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Hymns 


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Metrical  Psalms 


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Thomas  MacKellar. 


,$prakmg  to  goursdurs  in  psalms  ana  iipmns  ant)  spiritual  songs, 

singing  a  no  making  nuioon  btti)  nour  rjrart  to  tijf  iLoro. 

Eph.  v.  19. 


PHILADELPHIA: 

PORTER  &  COATES. 
1883. 


Copyright,  1883,  by  Thomas  MacKellar. 


Preface. 


^OME  of  the  hymns  in   this  volume 
were  written  before  a  busy  life  had 

passed  its  noontide:  others  when  the 
rays  of  the  westering  sun  were  falling 
slantwise.     The  latest  were  the  outcome 

(as  well  as  the  alleviation)  of  times  of 
anguish  and  bereavement. 

A  few  of  the  earlier  pieces  have  come 
into  use  in  various  hymnals.  All  that 
may  be  deemed  fitting  are  at  the  service 
of  the  church. 


T.  McK. 


Germantown,  Pa. 

April,  1883. 


I* 


First  Lines. 


PAGE 

After  the  darkness  of  the  night 40 

Again  I  take  with  hopeful  heart 52 

All  praise  to  Thee,  the  triune  One 168 

Alone  with  God  to-day 34 

A  prisoner  of  the  Lord 102 

Art  thou  in  thy  spirit  lowly ;S 

As  children  dwelling   in  their  home 112 

At  Jesus'  feet  I  take  my  place 124 

At  the  door  of  mercy  sighing 60 

Bear  the  burden  of  the  present SS 

Be  not  anxious  for  the  morrow 30 

Be  not  disquieted,  my  soul  ! 22 

Beside  thee  there  is  none 16S 

Blessed  be  thy  name   forever 58 

Book  of  grace  and  book  of  glory ! 156 

Cast  thy  burden  on  the   Lord  ! 132 

Christ  is  risen!    O  the  wonder! 139 

9 


io  FIRST  LIXES. 


PAGE 


Day  is  breaking  in  the  sky 16 

Draw  nigh  to  the  Holy 66 

Far  away  the  Saviour  saw  me 46 

Far  distant  from  my  Father's  house 92 

Father!   in  my  life's  young  morning 150 

Give  me  a  foothold  on  the  rock 126 

Give  me  to  know  thy  will,  O  God 44 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high ! 13S 

Glory  in  the  highest !  glory ! 169 

Glory  to  God  in  the  highest ! 13 

Glory  to  thee  evermore! 168 

God  has  said  it, — and  his  promise S2 

Hallow'd  day  of  sacred  rest 6S 

I  give  myself  to  God 120 

I  have   no  hiding-place 3S 

I  lift  my  longing  eyes 162 

I  long  for  God,  the   living  God 9S 

In  tearless  anguish  once  I  lay 74 

In  the  hidden  ways  of  life 114 

In  the  midnight  and  the  storm 116 

In  the  vineyard  of  our  Father 146 

In  vain  the  ways  of  Providence 54 

I  thank  the  Lord  my  Maker 152 

I  will  extol  thee  every  day 164 

I  would  I  were  content  to  be 20 


FIRST  LIXES.  ii 


PAGE 


Jehovah  reigns!     Let  earth  rejoice 159 

Jesus !    when  my  soul  is  parting 62 

Let  all  the  people  sing  a  psalm 96 

Lord,  take  and  lead  me  as  a  child 50 

My  soul  cries  out  to  God 48 

My  soul  is  resting  in  God's  peace 64 

Xo  tongue  of  man  has  ever  told 10S 

O  gracious  Father!    send  us  showers.    ...  72 

O  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord 16S 

O  land  of  day,  eternal  day 136 

O  the  agonizing  prayer 130 

O  the  blessedness  of  leaning 24 

Over  the  earth  a  stillness  comes 94 

Rest  and  peace  for  Jesus'  sake! 12S 

Some  day  the  word  will  come  to  me    ....  104 

Sometimes,  in  quiet  revery 134 

The  billows  round  me  rise  and  roll 70 

The  blessing  of  the  Sabbath-day 106 

The  darkness  of  the  night  came  down  ....  So 

The  day  is  wearing  last  away 76 

The  day  of  wrath,  that  certain  day 142 

The  dusty  paths  of  earth  defile 118 


12  FIRST  LINES. 


PAGE 


The  morning  of  the  centuries 42 

The  morning  stars  were  singing 148 

The  pathway  to  the  mercy-seat 122 

There  is  a  land  immortal 84 

Though  darkness  turn  the  skies  to  night.    .    .  26 

Thy  love,  O  Holy  Father 169 

Tis  well  that  thou,  my  God,  shouldst  be    .    .  86 

Unseen  by  them,  a  glorious  host 90 

Upon  the  pillow  of  Thy  love 18 

Was  Jesus  tempted  like  as  we 36 

Watchers  call'd   to  work  for  Jesus 32 

What  though  the  way  be  storm-begirt  ....  28 

When  he  waketh,  when  he  sleepeth 100 

Where  could  I  go  but  unto  thee no 

While  some  may  run  an  easy  pace 56 

Who  bids  the  wind  to  blow? 154 


Laus  Deo. 

Wicjh  an6  mighty  iSob  anb  Sauiour! 

Jn  the  earth  thy  will  be  bone: 
Halloiueb  be  thy  iNfame  foreuer, 
Holy  Father,  Holy  Son, 
Holy  Spirit! 
Lorb  ]ehouah! 
iBlory  be  to  iThee  alone. 


Hymns. 


1 3,  5. 

3  multitude  of  tijr  rjraonilrj  fjost  praising  £oTj,  anti  sailing,  (Plorn  to 
(Soli  in  tijc  rjtgrjcst.— Luke  ii.  13,  14. 


I. 

/^LORY  to  God  in  the  highest! 
^      The  day  of  all  days 

Awakens  our  praise, — 
The  thrice -blessed  morn 
When  Jesus  was  born, — 
The  name  that  the  church  glorifieth: 
Glory  to  God! 
Glory  to  God! 
Glory  to  God  in  the  highest! 


11. 

Glory  to  God  in  the  highest ! 
Let  heaven  resound 
To  its  uttermost  bound 
With  anthems  of  praise 
Both  now  and  always, 

13 


14  HYMNS. 


While  seraph  to  seraph  replieth, 

Glory  to  God! 

Glory  to  God! 
Glory  to  God  in  the  highest! 


in. 

Glory  to  God  in  the  highest! 
Let  earth,  with  its  hills, 
Its  valleys  and  rills, 
Re-echo  his  praise 
Both  now  and  always, 
While  mountain  to  mountain-top  crieth, 
Glory  to  God! 
Glory  to  God! 
Glory  to  God  in  the  highest ! 


IY. 

Glory  to  God  in  the  highest! 
His  goodwill  and  peace 
To  men  will  not  cease: 
The  church  lifts  her  voice 
While  angels  rejoice, 
And  her  song  with  the  seraphim's  vieth : 
Glory  to  God! 
Glory  to  God  ! 
Glory  to  God  in  the  highest! 


HYMNS.  15 


Glory  to  God  in  the  highest! 
The  bountiful  Lord, — 
The  Father,  the  Word, 
The  Spirit,  —whose  praise 
Both  now  and  always 
On  the  wings  of  infinity  flieth : 
Glory  to  God! 
Glory  to  God! 
Glory  to  God  in  the  highest ! 


v--~  -, ^  • 


f>r^$S^s 


1 6  HYMNS. 


II 7's. 


£  lafti  mr  tiobm  anti  slept;  £  aujafccti;  for  tf)c  iLorti  sustained  me. 
Ps.  iii.  5- 


T^AY  is  breaking  in  the  sky; 

Restful  night  has  pass'd  away: 
Now  I  lift  my  early  cry, 

Lead  thy  servant,  Lord,  to-day. 


ii. 

Jesus,  Master!  forth  I  go, 

Taking  up  my  'custom'd  task: 
Teach  me  what  I  need  to  know, — 

Give  me  what  I  ought  to  ask. 


in. 

I  see  not  the  way  before, 

But  I  go  at  thy  command, 

Entering  gladly  duty's  door, 

Led  by  thy  directing  hand. 


HYMNS. 


IV. 

Take  away  my  sin  and  guilt, 

Make  me  whiter  than  the  snow 

Be  my  will  just  what  Thou  wilt, 
Asking  not.  Why  is  it  so? 


May  my  soul,  impelTd  by  love, 
Do  whate'er  thy  Spirit  saith, 

That  \\\y  life  this  da}'  may  prove, 

Through  thy  grace,  the  power  of  faith. 


VI. 

Glory  to  Thee  evermore ! 

Glory  in  the  uttermost ! 
Heaven  and  earth  thy  name  adore, 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


HYMNS. 


Ill CM. 


gra,  ttjou  sfjalt  lie  fcofon,  anft  tfjg  skcp  sijall  6c  stofct.— Prov.  iii.  24. 


T  T  PON  the  pillow  of  Thy  love 
My  weary  head  I  lay, 

Assured  that  watchers  from  above 
Will  round  about  me  stay. 


11. 

The  weaned  child,  subdued  and  still, 
Sleeps  on  its  mother's  breast; 

So  I,  submissive  to  thy  will, 

Lean  on  thy  strength  for  rest. 


in. 

The  sighs,  and  tears,  and  agony 

That  marr'd  the  hours  of  day, 

Subside  as  tempests  on  the  sea 
In  silence  die  away. 


HYMNS.  uj 


IV. 


The  restful  peace  of  answer' d  prayer 
Is  in  my  chasten'd  heart: 

My  fears,  my  sorrows,  and  my  care 
At  thy  command  depart. 


O  Lord,  my  God,  my  strength,  my  hope. 

In  thee  I  find  repose: 
Vouchsafe  my  grateful  eyes  shall  ope 

As  softly  as  they  close. 


so  HYMNS. 


IV CM. 


2Tijc  toap  of  man  is  not  in  ijimsclf:    it  is  not  in  man  tf;at  lualkfttj 
to  aircrt  t)t's  steps.— Jer.  x.  23. 


T   WOULD  I  were  content  to  be 
Just  as  my  Lord  shall  will, 

So  I  with  cheerful  constancy 
His  purpose  may  fulfil. 


11. 

O  may  I  be  content  to  lay 

My  hourly  griefs  and  cares 

Upon  His  arm  that  every  day 
His  children's  burden  bears: 


in. 

Xor  proudly  strive  to  carry  part 
And  leave  to  Him  the  rest, 

So  losing  comfort  of  the  heart 
And  healing-  of  the  breast. 


HYMNS.  21 


IV. 

Though  I  should  ask  the  Lord  to  show 
Some  greater  things  to  do, 

May  I  be  ever  quick  to  go 
On  humble  errands  too: 


To  run  in  haste,  or  waiting  stand, 

Content  to  go  or  stay, 
While  watching  for  his  guiding  hand 

To  point  the  fitting  way. 


VI. 

Whatever  work  the  day  shall  bring, 

May  I  set  Thee  before, 
And  give  to  Thee,  O  Christ,  my  Kim 

The  glorv  evermore. 


22  HYMNS. 


V C.  M. 


£t  sijall  :onu  to  pass,  tijat  at  ebemncj  time  it  sijall  foe  ligijt. 
Zech.  xiv.  7. 


DE  not  disquieted,  my  soul! 
-^     'Tis  grace  that  moves  the  Power 
Whose  hand  thy  destinies  control 
In  every  varying  hour. 


11. 

When  sorrows  fall,  he  wraps  the  heart 

The  closer  in  his  love: 
If  here  he  takes  away  a  part, 

He'll  give  thee  all  above. 


in. 

Why  tremble  when  thy  God  shall  lay 
A  shadow  on  thy  path? 

Not  e'en  the  dark,  distressful  day 
Portends  a  nieht  of  wrath. 


HYMNS. 


IV. 

The  heavy  clouds  that,  dark  and  dun, 
Thine  upward  pathway  hide. 

Shall  blaze  with  glory  when  the  sun 
Goes  down  at  eventide. 


And  light  from  God's  abiding-place 
Shall  fix  the  raptured  eye. 

The  light  of  love  in  Jesus'  face, 
To  welcome  thee  on  high. 


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24  HYMNS. 


VI 8,  7,  4- 

Cast  tijg  burton  upon  tijc  iLortJ,  anU  ijc  sijall  sustain  tijrr. — Ps.  lv.  22. 


/^\  THE  blessedness  of  leaning 

^^^     On  a  strength  beyond  thine  own! 

O  the  fulness  of  the  meaning — 

O  the  sweetness  of  the  tone — 
Cast  thy  burden 

On  thy  loving  Lord  alone. 


11. 

Often  wear}',  yet  contending, — 

Beaten  down,  again  to  rise, — 

On  his  help  alone  depending, 

Looking  up  with  trustful  eyes, — 

Cast  thy  burden 
On  the  arm  that  built  the  skies. 


in. 

Take  his  easy  yoke  upon  thee, 

Lowly  be  like  him  in  heart: 


HYAJAS.  25 


Child,  it  was  his  love  that  won  thee, 
Will  he  bid  thee  now  depart 

With  thy  burden, 
When  thy  soul  is  full  of  smart? 


IV. 

Long  ago  the  word  was  written, — 
Word  to  generations  blest. — 

Hear  it,  children  sorely  smitten, 

Hear  it,  ye  of  troubled  breast, — 

Cast  thy  burden 
On  the  Lord:  he'll  give  thee  rest. 


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26 


HYMNS. 


VII CM. 


IiLUjcn  mg  spirit  toas  obrrinrjclmeti  foitrjin  me,  tf)cn  trjou  kiutorst  inn 
patij. — Ps.  cxlii.  3. 


T^HOUGH  darkness  turn  the  skies  to  night, 

Though  sorrows  fill  the  air, 
Nor  moon  nor  stars  my  pathway  light, 

Yet  thou  art  with  me  there. 


11. 

I  cannot  see  thee,  but  I  know 
A  stronger  arm  than  mine 

Upholds  me  in  the  time  of  woe,- 
Jesus!  that  arm  is  thine. 


in. 


Though  words  may  fail  when  I  would  pray, 

And  mute  I  lift  my  hands, 
Thou  nearest  what  I  cannot  say, 

And  Gabriel  near  me  stands. 


HYMNS. 


27 


IV. 


A  just  God  and  a  Saviour,  thou 
Art  full  of  love  and  grace : 

Before  thy  majesty  I  bow 

With  glad  and  trustful  face. 


v. 

Thy  sovereign  grace  gives  sweet  relief, 

Dispelling  faithless  gloom, 

And  the  dark  chamber  of  my  grief 

Becomes  a  sunny  room. 

1881. 


28 


HYMNS. 


VIII CM. 


£  toill  be  foiti)  tijcc:    I  bill  not  fail  trjef,  nor  forsake  tijc; 
Josh.  i.  5. 


A^HAT  though  the  way  be  storm-begirt, 

If  Jesus  lead  thee  on  ! 

Thou  shalt  not  suffer  loss  or  hurt, 

Nor  walk  the  path  alone. 


11. 

Must  thou  do  battle  on  the  way? 

The  arm  of  God  is  thine : 
Does  he  unprop  thine  earthly  stay? 

Upon  that  arm  recline. 


in. 

Has  he  not  pledged  his  word  to  save? 

Will  he  himself  deny? 
Will  he  not  hold  thee  fast  who  gave 

His  Son  for  thee  to  die? 


HYMNS.  29 


IV. 


The  Father  chasteneth  whom  he  will, 
And  some  he  wills  to  spare ; 

But  not  the  less  he  loveth  still 
The  souls  that  meeklv  bear. 


O  Lord,  my  timorous  heart  control; 

Forgive  my  doubt  and  sin  : 
Open  the  windows  of  my  soul 

And  let  thy  sunlight  in. 


3o  HYMNS. 


IX 8,  7. 


33ri)oIti  tfje  tn'ros  of  tf)c  ijrabnt,  tijat  ttjco  soft  not,  neither   00  tfjcg 

rrap,  nor  gatfjrr  into  tarns;  ano  nour  ijfaurnlg  Jfatijcr  fccUctfj 

tijrm.     33e  not  therefore  aniious  for  tfjc  morrobj :  for  tije 

morroru  tn til  oe  aniious  for  itself.— Matt.  vi.  26,  34. 


TIE  not  anxious  for  the  morrow, 
Let  the  morrow  have  its  cares: 

Soul,  be  not  forecasting  sorrow ; 

Grace  is  given  to  him  who  bears 

Crosses  that  he  does  not  borrow : 
God  controls  the  unawares. 


11. 

Neither  sowing,  neither  reaping, 
Gathering  not  to  store  away, 

Birds  are  in  the  Father's  keeping, — 
Cares  he  not  when  children  pray? 

Why  then,  faithless,  sighing,  weeping, 
Doubt  him  for  the  coming  day? 


HYMNS.  31 


in. 

Lilies,  toiling  not  nor  spinning, 

Gleam  in  robes  beyond  compare  : 

Never  king  from  time's  beginning 

Had  such  glorious  dress  to  wear  : 

Souls  that  cost  his  life  in  winning 

Christ  will  keep  with  loving  care, 


&  - : 


r 


HYMNS. 


X 8,  7.  4. 


Blrasrt)  a«  ttjose  srrbants  fotiom  trir  llorti  tuiirn  fir  romfti)  shall  fino 

bcatcrjtng.— Luke  x.      - 

BSattfj  gt,  stariti  fast  m  tin-  fattfj,  quit  uou  like  mm,  cr  strong. 

1  Cor.  xvi.  15. 


^A  WTCHERS  call'd  to  work  for  Jesus. 

To  the  glory  of  his  name, 
In  the  field  where'er  he  pleases 
Our  glad  services  to  claim, — 

Ever  ready  ! 
This  our  watchword  and  our  aim. 


11. 

Watching  for  the  revelation 

Of  his  glory  and  his  grace, 

When  the  power  of  his  salvation 
Shall  subdue  earth's  rebel  race, 

Always  watching. 
Always  standing  in  our  place. 


HYMNS. 


in. 

Watching  for  the  coming  morning. 

Resting  in  the  Saviour's  might, 
Even  now  we  see  its  dawning, 

See  the  shafts  of  heavenly  light 
Pierce  the  darkness 

That  enwrapt  the  world  in  night. 


IV. 

Watching  while  our  hands  are  doing  ; 

Loitering  not  on  conquer' d  ground 
Looking  forward,  still  pursuing. 

While  the  golden  trumpets  sound  ; 
King  eternal ! 

True  to  thee  may  we  be  found. 


Watching,  hoping,  toiling,  praying, 

Till  the  victory  is  won, 
May  we  then  hear  Jesus  saying, 

"Toilers,  rest!    your  work  is  done!" 
As  we  enter 
Homes  of  rest  bevond  the  sun. 


34  HYMNS. 


XI S.  M. 


iTomr,  inn  proplr,  rntfr  tiiou  into  tijD  rijambrrs,  ana  sijut  tijg  Doors 
about  ti)ct. — Isa.  xxvi.  20. 


A  LONE  with  God  to-day, 
x        My  soul  subdued  and  still, 
My  thoughts  ascend  the  upward  way 
To  Moses'  lonelv  hill. 


11. 

From  Nebo's  utmost  height 
Mine  eyes  look  longingly 
To  the  far  distant  land  of  light 
Beyond  the  glass}'  sea. 

in. 

I  seem  no  stranger  there, 
No  trayeller  unknown: 
For  in  that  heavenly  land  so  fair, 
My  Lord  is  on  the  throne. 


HYMNS. 


IV. 


Among  the  company 

Who  serve  Him  day  and  n\^ 

Dear  ones  who  walk'd  on  earth  with 

Walk  now  in  robes  of  white. 


v. 

Their  work  and  waiting  done. 
He  caird  them  of   His  grace ; 
Their  higher  service  is  begun 
Before  the  Saviour's  face. 


VI. 

I  cannot  know  while  here 
The  bliss  of  that  sweet  land ; 
But  they  have  neither  sin  nor  fear 
Who  in  His  presence  stand. 

VII. 

So  I  in  gladness  wait 
Before  the  Lord  to-day, 
While  catching  glimpses  through  the  gate 
Of  sdorv  far  away. 


36  HYMNS. 


XII CM. 


ftigfj  priest.  .,tf)at  rjatf)  6fen  tn  all  points  tcmptrti  like  as  iaz  arc, 
2ft  Without  sin. — Heb.  vi.  15. 


\\T AS  Jesus  tempted  like  as  we, 
VV     The  Holy  One  of  God? 
Were  paths  of  pain  and  poverty 
By  him,  our  Master,  trod  ? 


11. 

Was  there  no  place  in  all  his  earth 

To  lay  his  head  upon, 
A  King  of  more  than  royal  birth, 

Yea,  God's  eternal  Son? 


in. 

If  thus  the  sinless  Saviour  fared, 

Can  I,  dare  I  repine, 
When  sorrow,  want,  and  death  he  shared 

To  make  salvation  mine  ! 


HYMNS.  37 


IV. 

O  child  redeem'd  by  his  own  blood, 
Why  yield  to  anxious  care  ? 

Thou  canst  not  sink  beneath  the  flood 
When  Christ  is  walking  there. 


v. 

Think  not  thy  Saviour  does  not  see 
When  Satan  casts  a  dart : 

Xo  arrow  ever  wounded  thee 

That  did  not  pierce  his  heart. 

VI. 

The  great  High  Priest  is  touch'd  by  all 
Thy  weaknesses  and  woes  ; 

And  He,  when  grievous  sorrows  fall, 
Sufficient  erace  bestows. 


1 


38  HYMNS. 


XIII S.  M. 


(D  ILortJ,  mg  strengtfj,  arttj  mrj  fortress,  anti  mrj  rcfugr  in  trjf  "Dap  of 
affliction. — Jer.  xvi.  19. 


T   HAVE  no  hiding-place, 
No  refuge  from  the  blast, 
But  in  the  arms  of  Jesus'  grace 
Around  about  me  cast. 


11. 

Though  I  see  not  His  hand, 
I  feel  its  loving  power : 
And  guardian  angels  near  me  stand 
In  my  distressful  hour. 


in. 

I  dare  not  look  within, 

But  heavenward  turn  my  gaze  ; 
And  lest  my  grief  become  my  sin, 
My  tongue  breaks  out  in  praise. 


HYMNS.  39 


IV. 

Though  tears  mine  eyes  bedim, 
He  dries  the  tears  I  shed  ; 
And  in  my  soul  I  sing  a  hymn, 
Content  and  comforted. 


-^?"  - 


•   •    • 


4o  HYMNS. 


XIV 8,  7,  P. 


I^tm  tli at  turnrtfj  tf]r  sljatjoin  of  tiratrj  into  tljr  morning. 
Amos  v.  8. 


AFTER  the  darkness  of  the  night 
Light  cometh  in  the  morning  ; 
After  the  winter  and  its  blight 

Spring  wakes  in  new  adorning. 


ii. 

After  the  sowing  of  the  seed 

The  harvest  greets  the  reaper ; 

After  the  da}*  of  loving  deed 
Soft  rest  enfolds  the  sleeper. 

in. 

After  the  tempest's  course  is  run 
A  calm  pervades  the  waters ; 

After  the  work  of  life  is  done 

God  calls  his  sons  and  daughters. 


HYMNS.  41 


IV. 

After  the  closing  of  the  eye 

They  wake  with  Christ  in  heaven  ; 
After  the  final  victory 

The  crown  of  life  is  given. 


;- 


42  HYMNS. 


XV CM. 


So  migfytilp  firrfo  Hjr  fooort!  of  tljc  ILorti  anti  prcbatkt). — Acts   xix.  20. 


T^HE  morning  of  the  centuries 

Beheld  a  light  arise, 
That  in  their  heavenly  ministries 

Ne'er  fell  on  angels'  eyes. 


11. 

Through  all  the  ancient  days  it  seem'd 

A  planet  new-begun ; 
It  grew  in  fulness  till  it  beam'd 

A  sun  beyond  the  sun. 


in. 

When  earth  with  clouds  of  sin  was  dark, 

It  made  an  open  way ; 
E'en  where  it  glimmer'd  as  a  spark, 

Some  souls  received  the  ray; 


HYMNS.  4;, 


IV. 


And  they  became  the  sons  of  God 

Amid  a  scoffing  race ; 
While  bloody  was  the  way  they  trod, 

His  peace  lit  up  their  face. 


v. 


They  seal'd  their  constancy  with  blood ; 

And  where  the  martyrs  died 
A  multitude  arose  and  stood, 

And  God  was  glorified. 


VI. 

That  sun  has  never  ceased  to  shine 
Upon  the  King's  domain, 

Pouring  from  heaven  a  light  divine 
To  make  its  pathway  plain. 


VII. 

Till  centuries  shall  be  no  more, 
Its  light  shall  not  grow  dim; 

And  Christ's  redeem'd  on  heaven's  shore 
Shall  sing  redemption's  hymn. 


44  HYMNS. 


XVI CM. 


©rtirr  mg  steps  in  tf)g  foorti;  anti  let  not  ana  tntquttn  qabe  nonunion 
ober  me. — Ps.  cxix.  133. 


/TVE  me  to  know  thy  will,  O  God, 
^-*  And  may  I  see  to-day 
A  light  from  heaven  upon  my  road 
To  clearly  point  the  way : 


11. 

That  I  may  know  just  what  to  do, 
And  what  to  leave  undone, 

And  be  unto  thy  service  true 
From  dawn  to  setting  sun : 


in. 

That  I  may  speak  the  timely  word, 
And  timely  silence  keep, — 

By  passion's  hasty  words  unstirr'd 
That  cause  the  soul  to  weep: 


. 


HYMNS.  \5 


IV. 


That  I  may  hold  my  thoughts  in  check, 

And  every  wild  desire 
That  rises  quick  at  pleasure's  beck 

And  flames  into  a  fire  : 


That  I  ma}'  kiss  the  needed  rod., 
And  patient  bear  the  blow ; 

And  say,  "Pis  from  the  love  of  God ; 
My  Father  wills  it  so. 


VI. 

Lord  Jesus!    from  thy  holy  place 
The  Spirit  on  me  breathe  : 

Open  the  mantle  of  thy  grace 
And  keep  my  soul  beneath. 


HYMXS. 


XVII 8,  7)  4. 


i3ut  tootle  tie  foas  get  afar  off,  ijts  fatfjrr  sabo  fu'm,  anti  fooas  mobctj 
inttt)  compassion. — Luke  xv.  20. 


T^AR  away  the  Saviour  saw  me, 
Lost  and  wandering  in  the  wild : 

By  his  love  he  sought  to  draw  me,— 
Me  unworthy  and  defiled, — 

As  a  father 
Calls  to  him  his  erring  child. 


11. 

I  saw  not  the  hand  that  beckon'd, 
I  heard  not  his  gracious  call, 

Till  the  joys  on  which  I  reckon'd, 
Worldly  joys,  had  perish'd  all  ; 

Then  his  mercy 
Led  me  at  his  feet  to  fall. 


HYMNS.  47 


in. 

Jesus  broke  the  chains  that  bound  me, 
And  his  freeman  I  became  : 

Robes  of  grace  he  threw  around  me, 
Covering  all  my  sin  and  shame  : 

O  how  precious 
Is  my  great  Deliverer's  name ! 


IV. 

Over  all  and  bless'd  forever, 
God  on  his  eternal  throne, 

Who  the  bond  of  love  can  sever 
That  unites  to  Christ  his  own  ? 

Lord  Jehovah ! 
Glory  be  to  Thee  alone. 


GN 


-"    £ '  -  ^    ■ -      ■  ■  -     - 


4S  HYMNS. 


XVIII S.  M. 


£  mg  <SotJ,  mg  soul  is  cast  fcofom  fnitfjin  mc— Ps.  xlii.  6. 


M 


I. 

Y  soul  cries  out  to  God, 


Like  children  in  the  night, 
Who  fear  some  evil  is  abroad 
Because  they  see  no  light. 


ii. 


There's  darkness  on  the  path, 
And  pitfalls  line  the  way, 
Till  fear  of  coming  trouble  hath 
An  overpowering  sway. 


in. 


It  may  be  faith  is  weak  ; 

Perchance  the  heart  is  faint, 

And  in  unutter'd  words  would  speak 

Its  longing,  hungering  plaint. 


HYMNS.  49 


IV. 


The  duties  left  undone, 
The  follies  unforgiven, 
Rise  up  like  clouds  before  the  sun 
And  vail  the  face  of  heaven. 


So,  desolate  and  lone, 
The  soul  lifts  up  its  cry 
To  Christ  upon  his  gracious  throne 
Of  majesty  on  high. 


VI. 

Lord,  calm  this  restless  mind, 
From  murmuring  set  me  free, 
And  strength  and  comfort  let  me  find 
In  earnest  work  for  Thee. 


■jm&t* 


5o  HYMNS. 


XIX CM. 


£f)crfforr  for  tfjrj  name's  sake  UaU  mr,  anrj  gutoe  me. 
Ps.  xxxi.  3. 


TORD,  take  and  lead  me  as  a  child 

That  knows  not  how  to  go, 
Alike  when  day  is  calm  and  mild 
And  night's  wild  tempests  blow. 


11. 

If   grief  and  pain  be  mine  to  bear 
And  sorrows  bow  my  head, 

Let  not  my  heart  sink  in  despair 
As  though  my  Lord  were  dead. 


ill. 

When  I  am  weary,  on  the  breast 
Of  Him  who  died  for  me 

O  let  my  laden  spirit  rest, 

From  care  and  worry  free. 


HYMNS.  51 


IV. 

When  joy  shall  till  my  earth  and  skies 
With  a  serenest  calm, 

Then  may  my  thoughts  to  Thee  arise 
In  one  continual  psalm. 


v. 

When  some  sad  brother  turns  to  me 
In  sore  and  heavy  grief. 

May  I  be  quick  in  sympathy 
And  quicker  in  relief. 


When  some  poor  soul  is  sick  of  sin 
And  seeks  the  way  to  God. 

0  make  me  wise  that  soul  to  win 
To  take  the  heavenward  road. 


VII. 

Lord,  in  the  dark  and  in  the  light 
Still  keep  me  in  thy  way. 

A  child  whose  hand  is  clasped  tight 
In  thine  by  night  and  day. 


52  HYMNS. 


XX C.  M. 


fiEfoen  tlirrr  sfjall  tfjg  ijantr  IratJ  mr,  nnti  tijg  rijjijt  i;antj  sijall  ijolti  i 
Ps.  cxxxix.  10. 


AGAIN  I  take  with  hopeful  heart 
^   My  life's  allotted  task: 
To  do  it  well  the  grace  impart ; 
This,  Lord,  I  humbly  ask. 


ii. 

The  day's  perplexing  mysteries 
I  may  not  understand : 

Be  it  enough  my  Father  sees 
And  holds  them  in  his  hand. 


in. 

My  duty  for  the  day  is  plain,— 
To  go  where  God  shall  call, 

Or,  patient,  hold  the  tangled  skein 
While  he  unravels  all. 


HYMNS.  53 


IV. 


I  may  not  ask  that  no  rough  wind 
Upon  my  head  shall  blow, 

Yet  I  may  pray  that  I  shall  find 
Strength  in  the  day  of  wo. 


The  sun  may  shine  through  all  the  day, 
Or  clouds  may  hide  the  sky, 

But  while  God's  love  lights  up  my  way 
I  know  his  hand  is  nigh. 


54  HYMNS. 


XXI CM. 


Canst  tijou  og  srarrtjmfi  finti  out  (Sod?    ranst  tfjou  KnU  out  tfjr 
aimiffijtj  unto  perfection.— Job  \i.  7. 


I. 

X  vain  the  ways  of  Providence 
With  anxious  gaze  I  scan  : 
To  find  out  God  by  human  sense 
It  is  not  eiven  to  man. 


1 


Enough  to  know  he  cannot  err 
When  worlds  his  plans  fulfil ; 

That  not  a  blade  of  grass  can  stir 
But  at  its  Maker's  will. 


in. 

Enough  to  know  that  God  is  just, 
Yet  with  a  father's  heart ; 

Enough  with  loving  faith  to  trust 
When  earthlv  friends  depart. 


HYMNS. 


IV. 


Enough  to  know  he  gave  his  Son 
My  guilt  and  grief  to  bear. 

That  I,  though  by  my  sin  undone, 
Might  still  his  mercv  share. 


v. 

Then  let  me  nevermore  repine 

Beneath  the  chastening  stroke. 

And  be  the  willing  spirit  mine 
To  wear  the  Saviour's  voke. 


188a 


HYMNS. 


XXII CM. 


Take  tijD  part  in  suffrrins  f)arbsi)ipi  as  a  gooU  sottricr  of  Cijrist 
3rsus.— 2  Tim.  ii.  3. 


\  T /THIIvE  some  may  run  an  easy  pace 

^  *   With  self-reliant  boast, 
The  Lord  e'er  gives  to  those  his  grace 
Who  seek  and  need  it  most. 


11. 

Beneath  a  quiet  smile  may  lie 
A  sorrow  of  the  soul 

That  needs  a  daily  victory 
To  hold  it  in  control. 


in. 

And  they  who  bear  the  battle's  brunt, 
And  temper'd  weapons  wield, 

Shall  stand  up  grandly  in  the  front 
And  hold  the  conquer'd  field. 


HYMNS.  57 


IV. 


God's  rank  and  file,  in  battle  line 
And  truth's  divine  array, 

Shall  set  their  camp  at  day's  decline 
Along  the  King's  highway 


v. 

To  that  good  land,  by  sense  unknown, — 
That  land  whose  name  is  Heaven, — 

Where  Christ  doth  gather  all  his  own, 
And  crowns  of  life  are  riven. 


*frg 


5S 


HYMNS. 


XXIII S,  7,  4. 


©ur  ILortJ  Uesus  Christ  .  .  .  tfje  olessrti  anto  onto  potentate,  tfje  Sing 

of  kings,  antJ  EorD  of  lortis ;  rurjo  onto  tjatf)  immortalitrj,  otoflling  in 

ligfj1  unapproachable,  rnfjom  no  man  rjatfj  seen,  nor  ran  see: 

to  bafjom  oe  tjonour  ano  pobaer  eternal.     Snun. 

1  Tirn.  vi.  14-16. 


T3LESSED  be  thy  name  forever, 
Lord  and  Christ,  eternal  King ! 

While  we  live,  our  tongues  shall  never 
Fail  thy  glorious  praise  to  sing, — 

While  before  Thee 
Thankful  offerings  we  bring. 


11. 

In  the  fulness  of  the  ages 

Thou  as  man  didst  come  to  earth  : 
Welcomed  by  the  wisest  sages, 

Israel  saw  not  thy  worth, — 
Yet  what  glory 

Heralded  thy  wondrous  birth  ! 


HYM.  59 


in. 

Scorn'd  by  cruel  men.  they  slew  thee. 
Thou  the  Maker  of  them  all ! 

Though  so  few  were  they  that  knew  thee. 
Blest  were  they  whom  thou  didst  call,— 

Like  their  Master. 
Bv  the  hand  of  man  to  fall. 


IV. 

Throned  in  thy  eternal  glory, 

Myriads  worship  at  thy  feet : 
May  we  bend  with  them  before  thee 

When  our  work  shall  be  complete. — 

By  thy  Spirit 
Made  for  heavenly  service  meet. 


6o  HYMNS. 


XXIV. 


Come  unto  mr,  all  ge  trjat  labour  anti  are  rjeabg  laoen,  anti  £  fcotll 
gioe  rjou  rest.— Matt.  xi.  28. 


AT  the  door  of  mercy  sighing 
With  the  burden  of  my  sin, 
Day  and  night  my  soul  is  crying, 
"Open,  Lord,  and  let  me  in." 
Waiting  mid  the  darkness  dreary, 

Stretching  out  my  hands  to  Thee, 
In  the  refuge  for  the  weary 

Is  there  not  a  place  for  me  ? 


11. 

I  have  sought  to  earn  thy  favour, 

Caring  not  for  toil  or  cost; 
Yet  I  find  not  him  my  Saviour, 

Him  who  came  to  seek  the  lost. 
Blessed  Master !   in  thy  pity 

Teach  me  what  I  ought  to  do, 
So  that  in  the  holy  city 

I  may  gain  an  entrance  too. 


HYMNS.  61 


in. 

Hark!    what  sounds  mine  ear  receiveth. 

Sweet  as  songs  of  seraphim  ! 
1  He  that  in  the  Lord  believeth 

Life  eternal  hath  in  Him. 
At  the  outer  door  why  staying  ? 

Nothing,  soul  \    hast  thou  to  pay  : 


Christ  in  love  to  thee  is  savin 


5  • 


Wear}-  child,  come  in  to-day." 


IV. 

I  knew  not  of  Jesus'  kindness  ! 
I  knew  not  of  Jesus'  grace  ! 

0  the  blackness  of  the  blindness 

That  could  not  behold  his  face  ! 

1  saw  not  the  door  was  open, 

Nor  my  Lord  invite  me  in  : 
Grace  is  mine  beyond  my  hoping. 
Mercy  mightier  than  mv  sin. 


62 


HYMNS. 


XXV 8,7,4. 


jffar  not;   £  am  trjr  first  ana  tije  last. ...I   am  trje   Ulpfja  ana  rrjc 

©mega,  ti)f  beginning  antJ  ti;r  mo.   £  brill  cjiur  unto  tjtm  tfjat  is 

atijirst  of  ttjr  fountain  of  tijr  ruatrr  of  life  frrcb. 

Rev.  i.  17.  xxi.  6. 


JESUS  !  when  my  soul  is  parting 
From  this  body  frail  and  weak, 
And  the  deathly  dew  is  starting 

Down  this  pale  and  wasted  cheek,- 

Thine,  my  Saviour, 
Be  the  name  I  last  shall  speak. 


11. 

Jesus !    when  my  memory  wanders 
Far  from  loved  ones  at  my  side, 

And  in  fitful  dreaming  ponders 

Who  are  they  that  near  me  glide, - 

Last,  my  Saviour, 
Let  my  thoughts  on  thee  abide. 


HYMNS. 


in. 

When  the  morn  in  all  its  glory 

Charms  no  more  mine  ear  nor  eye, 

And  the  shadows  closing  o'er  me 
Warn  me  of  the  time  to  die, — 

Last,  my  Saviour, 
Let  me  see  thee  standing  by. 


IV. 

When  my  feet  shall  pass  the  river, 
And  upon  the  farther  shore 

I  shall  walk,  redeem'd  for  ever. 

Ne'er  to  sin — to  die  no  more. — 

First,  Lord  Jesus  ! 
Let  me  see  thee,  and  adore. 


pi 


•   •   - 


64  HYMNS. 


XXVI CM. 


Z\)Z  prare  of  (Soli,  fcofjict  passrtf)  all  unoerstantrirtg. — Phil.  iv.  7. 


A  [Y  soul  is  resting  in  God's  peace, 

Without  a  care  or  fear: 
The  tumults  of  my  bosom  cease, 
For  Christ  mv  Lord  is  here. 


11. 

The  Spirit  poureth  from  on  high 

A  sanctifying  tide  ; 
And,  bathing  in  its  stream  of  joy, 

My  soul  is  satisfied. 


in. 

He  drive th  curious  doubts  away, 
He  giveth  childlike  faith  ; 

And  so  I  take  the  yea  or  nay 
Just  as  my  Saviour  saith. 


HYMNS. 


IV. 

I  have  not  other  wish  to  be 

Than  what  my  Lord  ordains ; 

So  what  He  knoweth  best  for  me, 
That  be  my  richest  gains. 


v. 

A  spirit  meek  and  quieted 
Is  better  than  a  crown  ; 

How  rich  the  blessing  on  the  head 
That  Jesus  sendeth  down ! 


VI. 

Here  in  his  banquet-house  I  bide, 
His  banner  o'er  me  love, 

And  wait  the  coming  eventide 
Of  perfect  peace  above. 


66  HYMNS. 


XXVII 6,  5. 

Drain  nigi)  to  (God,  ana  ijc  foil!  orab:  rugi)  to  dou.— James  iv. 


pvRAW  nigh  to  the  Holy, 

Bend  low  at  His  throne  ; 
There,  penitent,  lowly, 

Thy  sinfulness  own : 
There,  there,  if  thou  yearnest 

For  pardon  and  rest, 
There,  fervent  and  earnest, 

Prefer  thy  request. 


11. 

Confess  thy  backsliding, 

Thy  weakness  and  fears ; 
In  Jesus  confiding, 

There  pour  out  thy  tears. 
Think  not  He  will  scorn  thee, 

Though  wretched  thy  case ; 
His  hands  will  adorn  thee 

With  garments  of  grace. 


HYMNS.  67 


in. 

More  precious  than  treasure, 

More  vast  than  the  sea, 
His  love  has  no  measure 

Nor  limit  to  thee. 
His  easy  yoke  wearing, 

His  pleasure  abide  ; 
In  all  thy  cross-bearing, 

He'll  walk  by  thy  side. 

IV. 

Fear  not  the  wild  clangour 

That  Satan  may  raise, 
So  God's  righteous  anger 

But  pass  from  thy  ways. 
Whom  Christ  has  forgiven 

Goes  safely  along, 
Till  in  the  high  heaven 

He  sings  the  new  song. 

v. 

Then  kneel  to  the  Holy, 

Bend  low  at  His  throne ; 
There,  penitent  lowly, 

Thy  sinfulness  own  : 
There,  soul !    if  thou  y earnest 

For  pardon  and  rest, 
There,  fervent  and  earnest, 

Prefer  thy  request. 
6* 


68 


HYMNS. 


XXVIII. 


7's. 


£Umnrtbrr  tfje  safcliatf)  bag,  to  nrrp  tt  fjolc. — Ex.  xx.  8. 

■3rttr  on  tijc  sabbatt  tf)fi>  rrstro  arrorDtna;  to  tijc  rommanomrnt. 

Luke  xxiii.  56. 


TTALLOW'D  day  of  sacred  rest, 

Welcome,  welcome  to  my  breast : 
All  the  week  I've  sigh'd  to  feel 
Bliss  thine  hours  alone  reveal. 


11. 

Aching  temples,  throb  no  more  ; 
Busy  care,  thy  reign  is  o'er ; 
Troublous  thoughts,  flee  far  away 
From  this  quiet  resting-day. 


in. 


Faith's  anticipations,  rise  ! 
Leap  the  barriers  to  the  skies : 
Upward  soar,  my  soul,  to  Him 
I/Oved  by  saints  and  seraphim. 


HYMNS.  69 


IV. 

Thankful  praise,  my  lips,  employ- 
Utter  all  my  rapturous  joy: 
Though  o'er  all  things  silence  come. 
Can  a  ransom' d  soul  be  dumb  ? 


v. 

Priceless  moments  !    rich  and  sweet : 
Happy  soul !    at  Jesus'  feet, 
Rest,  oh  rest ! — when  He  is  near. 
Lovingly,  hast  thou  a  fear:* 


VI. 

Master !    lowly  here  I  lie  : 
Look  on  me  with  gracious  eye  ; 
Lay  the  yoke  of  love  on  me, 
Easv  shall  the  burden  be  ! 


VII. 

Saviour !    may  thy  Sabbaths  come 
Laden  with  the  hope  of  home  : 
On  the  day  thy  grace  has  given. 
Fit  me  for  thvself  and  heaven. 


HYMNS. 


XXIX CM. 


iLSfjat  time  £  am  afrattJ,  £  bill  trust  in  ti)cr . — Ps.  lvi.  3. 


'T^HE  billows  round  me  rise  and  roll, 

The  storms  of  worldly  care 
Beat  heavily  upon  my  soul, 

And  shroud  me  in  despair  : 
Forsaken,  comfortless,  betray'd, 

With  none  to  succour  me, — 
Father !    what  time  I  am  afraid, 

Then  will  I  trust  in  Thee  ! 


11. 

As  feeble  as  the  bruised  reed, 

Infirm  to  will  or  do ; 
Oft  working  out  the  ungrateful  deed 

'  Twere  better  to  eschew ; 
How  were  the  sinking  soul  dismay'd 

But  for  this  refuge-plea, — 
Father,  what  time  I  am  afraid, 

Then  will  I  trust  in  Thee  ! 


HYMNS, 


in. 


When  hope  is  faint,  and  faith  is  weak, 

And  fears  the  bosom  fill. 
And  I  a  strong  assurance  seek 

That  thou  art  gracious  still ; 
I  rest  upon  thy  promise -word, 

To  thine  own  truth  I  flee  : 
Father,  what  time  I  am  afraid, 

Then  will  I  trust  in  Thee  \ 


IV. 

When  saintly  paleness  marks  my  face. 

And  dimness  fills  mine  eye. 
And.  hoping  only  in  thy  grace, 

I  bow  my  head  to  die  ; 
If,  entering  in  the  vale  of  shade. 

Xor  sun  nor  star  I  see, 
Father,  what  time  I  am  afraid. 

Then  will  I  trust  in  Thee  ! 


72  HYMNS. 


XXX CM. 


%z  prageti  again  ;   artti  tfje  fjrafom  gabe  ram,  anto  tf)r  cartrj  brought 
forti)  fjcr  fruit.— James  v.  18. 


/^\  GRACIOUS  Father !    send  us  showers, 

The  gentle  showers  of  rain, 
To  cheer  the  corn,  the  grass,  the  flowers, 

On  mountain-side  and  plain. 


ii. 

Command  the  pregnant  clouds  to  rise 

And  vail  the  fiery  sun, 
While  from  the  fountains  of  the  skies 

The  streams  of  blessing  run. 


in. 

O  gracious  Father !    send  us  showers ; 

The  cattle  mutely  stand 
Amid  the  scorch'd  and  wither'd  bowers ; 

Have  mercy  on  our  land  ! 


HYMNS. 


IV. 

The  spider's  web  is  on  the  mead, 
The  worm  consumes  the  leaf; 

And  all  thy  works  before  Thee  plead 
The  silent  plea  of  grief. 


O  gracious  Father  !    send  us  showers ; 

Regard  our  earnest  cries ; 
But  meek  submission  still  be  ours 

While  our  petitions  rise. 

VI. 

To  Thee  each  living  thing  looks  up ; 
Thou  mad'st— thou'lt  not  destroy  : 
The  overflow  of  mercy's  cup 

Shall  wake  creation's  joy. 

1852. 


b        )» —        ««        .J 


74  HYMNS. 


XXXI l.  M. 


Jfor  go  \)t  gtbfti)  tits  oclooeo  slcrp. — Ps.  cxxvii.  2. 


TN  tearless  anguish  once  I  lay, 
And  every  tender  string  of  life 

Was  rudely  smitten  by  disease, 

And  nature  quiver'd  in  the  strife. 


11. 

To  God  I  look'd  for  help  the  while 

The  lingering  moments  seem'd  to  creep, 
These  words  of  grace  broke  on  my  mind, 
"He  giveth  his  beloved  sleep." 


in. 

A  gentle  peace,  like  evening  winds 

In  summer  from  the  ocean's  breast, 

Moved  o'er  my  sighing,  sinking  soul, 

And  soothed  my  murmurings  all  to  rest ; 


HYMNS,  75 


IV. 


And  through  that  weary  night  of  pain. 

When  it  were  manliness  to  weep, 
My  soul  was  comforted  by  this, 
"He  giveth  his  beloved  sleep. '' 


When  prison'd  long,  my  soul  would  fain 
Leap  through  her  fragile  walls  and  flee. 

But  on  the  unmeasured  life  beyond 
She,  halting,  gazes  tremblingly 


VI. 

Then  may  I  simply  trust  in  Him 

Whose  arms  his  feeblest  follower  keep. 
And  close  mine  eyes,  and  say,  in  death. 
"He  giveth  his  beloved  sleep!" 


^rzr^ 


76  HYMNS. 


XXXII CM. 


vDr  rbrr  trjc  stlurr  rort  bz  IoosrO,  or  t\]t  cjolorn  boml  lie  broken. 
Eccl.  xii.  6. 


rT^HE  day  is  wearing  fast  away, 
The  night  is  coming  on, 

To  end  the  earthly  pilgrimage 
Berlin  at  being's  dawn. 


ii. 

The  voice  of  earthly  friends  no  more 
Within  my  soul  can  reach  ; 

Another  world  hath  round  me  grown, 
Earth  hath  another  speech. 

in. 

Now  fain  am  I  to  go  when  He 
Who  sent  me  here  shall  call : 

I  wait  his  gentle  breath  to  cause 
The  ancient  tree  to  fall. 


HYMNS.  77 


IV. 


I  long  to  lay  my  burden  down, 
And  in  earth's  bosom  rest 

As  calmly  as  an  infant  sleeps 
Upon  its  mother's  breast. 


Welcome,  approaching  shades  of  even, 
By  idling  triflers  shunn'd ! 

I  see  the  immortal  life  of  heaven, 
And  Christ,  my  God,  beyond ! 


-■-■■'/ 


78  HYMNS. 


XXXIII 8,  7,  4. 


Peter  foas  grtcuro  ficrause  i)f  satti  unto  fn'm  tfje  tfy'ro  time,  ILoucst 

tijou  me?    3no  fje  satti  unto  t)t'm,  ILorti,  ttiou  knotorst  all 

tljtngs;  tijou  knottiest  tfjat  £  lour  tijcr.— John  xxi.  17. 


A  RT  thou  in  thy  spirit  lowly, 
^  Like  the  Man  of  Nazareth? 
Art  thou  seeking  to  be  wholly 

Join'd  to  him,  come  life,  come  death  ? 

Lov'st  thou  Jesus 
More  than  thine  own  vital  breath? 


11. 

Is  thy  bosom  full  of  sorrow  ? 

Is  a  cloud  upon  thy  way? 
Why  the  worldling's  burden  borrow? 

Child  of  grace  and  promise,  say ! 
Lov'st  thou  Jesus? 

Joy  should  be  thy  guest  to-day. 


HYMNS.  79 


in. 

Hath  God  made  all  men  to  praise  thee  ? 

Or  art  thou  to  fame  unknown  ? 
Only  seek  that  he  should  raise  thee 

Up  to  an  immortal  throne. 
Lov'st  thou  Jesus? 

He'll  provide  for  all  his  own. 


IV. 

Care  not  thou  how  low  thy  station, 
If  thy  God  hath  chosen  thee 

Heir  of  glory  and  salvation 

Now  and  evermore  to  be  ! 

Lov'st  thou  Jesus? 

Life  is  thine  eternally. 

1870. 


So  HYMNS. 


XXXIV CM. 


kTijcn  f)f  arosr,  anti  rcbufcrt)  tt)f  inintis  anti  ttjr  sra ;    ants  ttjrrr 
toas  a  grrat  ralm. — Matt.  viii.  26. 


T^HE  darkness  of  the  night  came  down 

And  on  my  soul  it  lay, 
As  if  my  righteous  Maker's  frown 

Were  gathering  round  my  way. 


11. 

As  lonely  as  if  I  alone 

In  all  the  earth  were  left,- 
As  helpless  as  an  infant-one 

Of  mother's  care  bereft, — 


in. 

How  swift  and  sure  had  been  my  doom 

Had  Christ  forgotten  me  ! 
A  voice  arose  amid  the  gloom, 
"Thy  Saviour  loveth  thee!" 


HYMNS.  8 1 


IV. 


Immediately  there  was  a  calm, 
A  calm  without,  within  ; 

For  Jesus  wrote  upon  my  palm 
Full  pardon  of  my  sin. 


The  inward  tempests  rage  no  more. 

The  spirit's  sorrows  cease. 
When  Jesus  stands  upon  the  shore. 

And  gently  whispers,   "Peace!" 


82  HYMNS. 


XXXV 8,  7,  4. 


£  srjall  gtor  tljcr  tljc  Jjratljcn  for  trjtnc  trrtjrritanrf,  anti  tf)c  uttermost 
parts  of  ti;r  rartf)  for  tijg  possession. — Ps.  ii.  8. 


/^OD  has  said  it, — and  his  promise 
^^  Stands  as  firmly  as  his  throne, — 
Earth  shall  be  a  sure  possession 

Granted  to  his  Son  alone  ; 
And  the  heathen 

Jesus'  gracious  reign  shall  own. 


11. 

Where  a  soul  in  guilt  is  lying, 

There  his  gospel  shall  be  sent; 

Life  and  grace  for  wretches  dying, 
Balm  for  bosoms  sad  and  rent : 

News  of  mercy, 
All  shall  hear  the  call,  Repent! 


HYMNS. 


in. 

Thou  the  Lord  of  all  creation, 
Every  living  soul  is  thine  : 

May  the  grace  of  thy  salvation 

On  the  lands  of  darkness  shine  : 

Holy  Spirit! 
To  thvself  the  world  incline. 


IV. 

Words  of  precious  promise,  spoken 
In  thy  faithfulness  and  love, 

Never,  never  can  be  broken 

While  thou  reignest  King  above 

Let  thy  mercies 
Thy  abounding  goodness  prove. 


^9   CJ 


84  HYMNS. 


XXXVI 7,6. 


^ra,  trjoutjfj  £  foalk  tfjrougf)  trjr  ballcn  of  tfjc  srjatmrxi  of  oratrj,  £  frill 

frar  no  cbti :   for  trjou  art  tottrj  me ;  trjD  roti  antr  trjD  staff 

trjcg  romfort  me. — Ps.  xxiii.  4. 


T^HERE  is  a  land  immortal, 
The  beautiful  of  lands ; 

Beside  its  ancient  portal 

A  sentry  grimly  stands: 

He  only  can  undo  it, 

And  open  wide  the  door; 

And  mortals  who  pass  through  it 
Are  mortal  nevermore. 


11. 

That  glorious  land  is  Heaven, 

And  Death  the  sentry  grim : 
The  Lord  thereof  has  given 

The  opening  keys  to  him ; 
And  ransom'd  spirits,  sighing 

And  sorrowful  for  sin, 
Pass  through  the  gate  in  dying, 

And  freely  enter  in. 


HYMNS.  8s 


in. 


Though  dark  and  drear  the  passage 

That  leads  unto  the  gate, 
Yet  grace  attends  the  message 

To  souls  that  watch  and  wait : 
And  at  the  time  appointed 

A  messenger  comes  down. 
And  guides  the  Lord's  anointed 

From  cross  to  glory's  crown. 


IV. 

Their  sighs  are  lost  in  singing  ; 

They're  blessed  in  their  tears  : 
Their  journey  heavenward  winging. 

They  leave  on  earth  their  fears. 
Death  like  an  angel  seeming. 

"We  welcome  thee!"    they  cry: 
Their  eyes  with  glory  gleaming, 

'Tis  life  for  them  to  die. 


_;.*.  _ 


86  HYMNS. 


XXXVII L.  M. 


Et  tg  (Soli  frifjirf)  foorfcrtf)  in  gott  fcotf)  to  In  til  artti  to  toorfe,  for  ijts 
gootr  pleasure. — Phil.  ii.  13. 


"T^IS  well  that  thou,  my  God,  shouldst  be 

The  master  of  my  destiny ; 
For  were  my  lot  placed  in  my  hand, 
Where  should  my  sure  salvation  stand? 


11. 

Beset  around  with  wily  snares, 
And  cumber'd  with  uncounted  cares, 
What  arm  but  thine  alone  can  hold 
My  soul  within  thy  saving  fold? 


in. 

The  things  of  sense  allure  mine  eyes, 
And  sudden  sins  my  soul  surprise : 
Were  I  no  more  thy  grace  to  share, 
Then  naught  were  left  me  but  despair. 


HYMNS.  87 


IV. 


I  know  that  I  am  safe  with  thee  ; 
Then  in  thy  hands  my  portion  be  : 
I  cannot  fear  what  may  betide 
When  on  thyself  my  hopes  abide. 


v. 


Let  sinless  ones  on  merit  stand, 

I  seek  for  mercy  at  thy  hand  : 

Xo  other  way  of  help  I  see, 

Thv  grace  in  Christ  must  work  for  me. 


VI. 


A  wretch  were  I  to  lean  upon 
The  works  my  erring  hands  have  done  ; 
I  stand  a  suppliant,  with  the  plea, 
Atoning  blood  was  shed  for  me. 


VII. 

O  let  thy  Spirit  day  by  day 
Uphold  me  in  the  upward  way  : 
Enough  for  me  that  thou  wilt  keep 
The  feeblest  of  thy  chosen  sheep. 


HYMNS. 


XXXVIII 8,  7. 


ILct  not  Dour  \)tzx\  bz  troitblco :   m  crltfur  in  »Soo,  bcltcbf  also  in  me. 
John  xiv.  1. 


13EAR  the  burden  of  the  present, 
Let  the  morrow  bear  its  own  ; 

If  the  morning  sky  be  pleasant, 

Why  the  coming  night  bemoan  ? 


11. 

If  the  darken' d  heavens  lower, 

Wrap  thy  cloak  around  thy  form 

Though  the  tempest  rise  in  power, 
God  is  mightier  than  the  storm. 


in. 

Steadfast  faith  and  hope  unshaken 
Animate  the  trusting  breast ; 

Step  by  step  the  journey's  taken 
Xearer  to  the  land  of  rest. 


HYMNS.  89 


IV. 


All  unseen,  the  Master  walketh 

By  the  toiling  servant's  side  : 
Comfortable  words  he  talketh, 

While  his  hands  uphold  and  guide. 


Grief,  nor  pain,  nor  any  sorrow 

Rends  thy  breast  to  him  unknown  ; 

He  to-day  and  He  to-morrow 

Grace  sufficient  gives  his  own. 


VI. 

Holy  strivings  nerve  and  strengthen, 

Long  endurance  wins  the  crown  : 

When  the  evening  shadows  lengthen, 

Thou  shalt  lay  the  burden  down. 

185a 


go  HYMNS. 


xxxix cm. 


3.  ijost  rompassrtJ  tt)r  n'tn  fioti)  iuittj  iiorsfs  ant)  chariots. 
2  Kings  vi.  15. 


T  TXSEEN  by  them,  a  glorious  host 
^    About  God's  people  stand: 
The  heavenly  watchers  hold  the  post 
At  his  supreme  command. 


11. 

There  is  no  child  of  God  too  high 
To  need  their  constant  care, 

And  none  too  deep  in  poverty 
Their  daily  help  to  share. 


in. 

When  loved  ones  go,  and  earth  is  lone, 
As  if  no  friend  were  near, 

Then  unseen  angels  from  the  throne 
Bring  helpful  words  of  cheer. 


HYMNS.  i 


IV. 


The  sun  of  hope  breaks  through  our  gloom. 

And  wondering  whence  it  came, 
We  start,  like  Mary  at  the  tomb 

When  Jesus  calTd  her  name. 


v. 

Say,  who  can  snatch  from  God  away 

His  blood-redeemed  ones  ? 
And  who  the  heavenward  course  can  stay 

Of  God  Almio-htv's  sons? 


• 


§ 


92 


HYMNS. 


XL c.  M. 


Cf)e  ransomctJ  of  tf)f  ILortJ . . .  sijall  come  to  2ton  bjitt)  songs. 
Isa.  xxxv.  10. 


T^AR  distant  from  my  Father's  house 

I  would  no  longer  stay  ; 
But  gird  my  soul  and  hasten  on, 

And  sing  upon  the  way  ! 


ii. 

The  skies  are  dark,  the  thunders  roll, 
And  lightnings  round  me  play  ; 

Let  me  but  feel  my  Saviour  near, 
111  sing  upon  the  way  ! 

in. 

The  night  is  long  and  drear,  I  cry  ; 

O  when  will  come  the  day? 
I  see  the  morning-star  arise, 

And  sing  upon  the  way ! 


HYMNS.  93 


IV. 

When  care  and  sickness  bow  my  frame, 
And  all  my  powers  decay, 

I'll  ask  Him  for  His  promised  grace, 
And  sing  upon  the  way  ! 


v. 

He'll  not  forsake  me  when  I'm  old, 
And  weak,  and  blind,  and  gray  ; 

I'll  lean  upon  his  faithfulness, 
And  sing  upon  the  way  ! 


VI. 

When  angels  bear  me  home  to  heaven, 

Disrobed  of  mortal  clay, 
I'll  enter  in  the  pearly  gates, 

And  sing  upon  the  way  ! 

:  £42 


94 


HYMNS. 


XLI. 


8,  7,  P- 


Ojr  ILortr  is  goo'Q  to  all ;   antr  rjis  tcntrrr  mercies  are  ober  all 
rjis  foorfes.— Ps.  cxlv.  9. 


/^YER  the  earth  a  stillness  comes, 
^^   The  eventide  is  falling : 
Lord,  bless  all  dwellers  in  their  homes 
Who  on  thy  name  are  calling. 


II. 

Thy  blessing  on  the  toiler  rest ; 

The  over-worn  and  weary ; 
The  dying,  and  the  comfortless 

To  whom  the  earth  is  drearv. 


in. 


Thy  blessing  on  the  child  to-night ; 

Thy  blessing  on  the  hoary  ; 
The  maiden  clad  in  beauty  bright, 

The  young  man  in  his  glory. 


HYMNS.  95 


IV. 


Thy  blessing  on  my  fellow-race, 

Of  every  clime  and  nation  : 
May  they  partake  thy  saving  grace, 
O  Giver  of  salvation. 


v. 

If  any  man  have  wrought  me  wrong, 
Still  blessings  be  upon  him  : 

May  I  in  love  to  him  be  strong, 
Till  charity  have  won  him. 


VI. 

Thy  blessings  on  me,  from  of  old. 

My  God !    I  cannot  number : 
I  wrap  me  in  their  ample  fold, 

And  sink  in  trustful  slumber. 

1^53. 


•  _ 


96  HYMNS. 


XLII L.  M. 


2Take  a  psalm,  anti  firing  rjitrjer  ifje  timorel,  tije  pleasant  ijarp  toiti) 
trje  psalters. — Ps.  lxxxi.  2. 


T  ET  all  the  people  sing  a  psalm, 
"^    A  stately  psalm  of  solemn  praise, 
While  sitting  in  the  holy  calm, 

The  calm  befitting  Sabbath  days. 


11. 

Come,  chant  the  words  King  David  sang 
When  heavenly  airs  around  him  swept, 

And  Zion's  tents  with  music  rang, 
While  holy  day  the  singers  kept. 


in. 

The  King  of  glory  on  his  throne, 
The  Ancient  of  eternal  days, 

The  infinite  and  triune  One, 

Immortal  strains  become  his  praise. 


HYMNS.  97 


IV. 


Let  all  the  tribes  of  Adam's  race, 

With  thankful  voice  and  lifted  palms, 

E'er  magnify  his  truth  and  grace 

And  laud  him  in  the  ancient  psalms. 


98 


HYMNS. 


XIvIII CM. 


£f  ann  man   thirst,  let  ijtm  conu  unto  me,  an*Q  tirtnk.— John  vii.  37 


T   LONG  for  God,  the  living  God 
I  hunger  for  his  grace  : 

I  long  to  see  as  I  have  seen 
My  heavenly  Saviour's  face. 


11. 

The  earth  has  not  a  home  for  me 
Where  I  would  always  stay  : 

O  let  me  take  my  pilgrim-staff 
And  speed  my  upward  way. 


in. 


I  would  not  be  afraid  to  live, 

Nor  yet  afraid  to  die  ; 
Nor  wish  to  end  my  working  days, 

Or  make  them  faster  flv. 


HYMNS.  99 


IV. 

But  I  would  hide  myself  beneath 
Jehovah's  sheltering  wing, 

And  wait  till  his  appointed  hour 
Shall  life  immortal  bring. 

v. 

Lord,  may  I  learn  to  work  or  wait, 
Just   as  thy  word  is  given, — 

Not  loitering  idly  at  the  gate 
That  opens  into  heaven. 


ioo  HYMNS. 


XLIV. 


£2Hf)om  ti)e  iLorti  lobetf)  fjc  cfjastnutf),  anti  srourgrti)  ffarrn  son 
inborn  fjc  rerribctij. — Heb.  xii.  6. 


T7[  yTHEN  he  waketh,  when  he  sleepeth, 

When  he  toileth  in  the  day, 
Him  the  Father  safely  keepeth 

Who  makes  Christ  his  only  stay. 


II. 

If  he  wanders,  God  will  chasten 
Him  with  many  stripes  or  few, 

Till  his  erring  footsteps  hasten 
To  the  mercy-seat  anew. 


in. 

If  he  meekly  beareth  crosses, 

And  his  eyes  yet  look  to  heaven, 

God  will  turn  to  gain  his  losses, 

Yea,  to  him  will  much  be  given. 


HYMNS.  101 


IV. 


Daily  he  will  find  a  token 

That  his  Lord  loves  to  the  end  : 
When  the  golden  bowl  is  broken. 

Up  to  him  shall  he  ascend. 


v. 

No  more  sin  and  no  more  sorrow. 
No  more  bitter  tears  to  shed  ; 

Heaven  will  have  no  sad  to-morrow, 
But  eternal  day  instead. 


m 


102 


HYMNS. 


XIvV S.  M. 


iTl)f  Uorti  ujt'll  strnigtijrn  i)t'm  upon  tijr  bcti  of  languishing. 
Ps.  xli.  3. 


A   PRISONER  of  the  Lord, 
■^^     Awaiting  his  commands, 
My  prison-house  is  amply  stored 
With  bounties  from  his  hands. 


11. 

He  makes  my  pillow  soft 

While  prostrate,  weak,  and  sore, 
And  ministering  angels  oft 
Enter  my  chamber-door. 


in. 


Sweet  love  in  every  tone 
Is  whisper'd  round  my  bed : 
I  know  that  none  will  give  a  stone 
Instead  of  strengthening  bread. 


HYMNS. 


IV. 

No  fears  my  soul  alarm  ; 
My  pains  shall  pass  away  : 
Christ  puts  his  everlasting  arm 
Beneath  me  all  the  dav. 


v. 

How  can  I  be  cast  down  ? 
Why  wrap  myself  in  gloom, 
And  wear  a  care -begotten  frown, 
When  Christ  is  in  the  room  ? 

VI. 

God's  strokes  are  not  in  wrath  : 
The  fruits  that  feed  the  soul 
Bestrew  the  strait  and  narrow  path 
Unto  the  heavenlv  raal. 


io4  HYMNS. 


XLVI L.  M. 


cSecrrtlg  sacing,  €f)f  iHastrr  is  ticrc,  anti  callcti)  ttjre. — : John  xi.  28. 


COME  day  the  word  will  come  to  me, 
^  Arise  ;    the  Master  calls  for  thee. 
May  I  be  ready  then  to  go, 
Saying,  Lord  Jesus !    even  so. 


11. 

Will  work  I've  purposed  in  my  thought 
Be  to  my  Master's  pleasure  wrought? 
And  will  more  talents  then  be  won, 
So  that  the  Lord  may  say,  Well  done? 


in. 

Will  tears  be  shed  upon  my  bier 
By  some  I've  help'd  to  comfort  here  ? 
Will  seed  I've  sown  some  fruitage  bear 
Too  late  for  me  the  joy  to  share? 


HYMNS.  105 


IV. 


Shall  I  on  Jordan's  farther  side 
Find  some  redeem'd  and  glorified 
To  whom  I  pointed  out  the  road 
Leading  to  that  divine  abode  ? 


I  cannot  answer  Yea  or  Nay  : 

This  only,  Master,  can  I  say  : 

If  I've  done  aught  to  honour  thee, 

It  was  thy  grace  that  wrought  through  me. 


VI. 

O  blessed  Lord,  in  me  abide 
When  I  pass  over  Jordan's  tide, 
That  I  with  my  last  trembling  breath 
May  glorify  thy  name  in  death. 


v  ;    -   -  • 


io6 


HYMNS. 


XLVII.  . 


C.  M. 


<Bn  trjat  can,  ti)c  first  Has  of  tljc  inrrfe, . . .  3rsus  ramc  anto  stooti 
in  tijc  mtfcst.— John  xx.  19. 


T^HE  blessing  of  the  Sabbath-day 
Again  our  spirit  cheers, 

And  heaven  seems  not  so  far  away 
That  on  our  listening  ears 


11. 

Some  sounds  of  music  may  not  fall 
Struck  on  angelic  lyres, 

Some  anthems  to  the  Lord,  by  all 
The  high  celestial  choirs. 


in. 


Let  our  lips,  too,  break  forth  in  praise 
To  thee,  O  King  of  heaven, 

For  this  the  chiefest  of  the  days, 
The  holiest  of  the  seven. 


HYMNS.  107 


IV. 

O  Thou  who  on  this  day  didst  rise 

Omnipotent  above, 
Reveal  to  our  expectant  eyes 

New  glimpses  of  thy  love. 

v. 

Come,  Holy  Comforter,  and  show 
Thy  gracious  sovereign  power. 

That  we  may  more  like  Jesus  grow 
In  this  accepted  hour. 


VI. 

As  on  the  day  of  Pentecost, 

Visit  thv  church  again, 
That  earth  may  join  the  heavenly  host 

In  praising  Thee.     Amen. 


_■_•. 

_  ■ 
3R 


io8 


HYMNS. 


XLVIII CM. 


Tilings  bafjirf)  tm  sabo  not,  anti  tar  fjcartr  not,  anti  toijici)  rntrrro 
not  into  tijf  ijcart  of  man. — i  Cor.  ii.  9. 


1\JO  tongue  of  man  has  ever  told 
^  ^    God's  everlasting  love  ; 
No  heart  has  known  the  manifold 
Delights  prepared  above. 


11. 

Eye  has  not  seen,  ear  has  not  heard 
These  great  and  marvellous  things, 

Laid  up  for  all  who  trust  his  word, 
For  poor  as  well  as  kings. 


in. 


God's  children  daily  something  learn 
While  training  in  his  schools : 

More  clearly  do  their  minds  discern 
How  gracious  are  his  rules : 


HYMNS.  109 


IV. 


Yet  little  can  they  apprehend 
What  God  has  still  in  store  ; 

For  that  which  has  no  bound  nor  end 
The}'  cannot  reckon  o'er. 


Glory  to  thee,  eternal  King ! 

Invisible,  yet  known 
To  loving  souls  who  daily  bring 

Faith's  offering  to  thy  throne. 


• 


no  HYMNS. 


XLIX c.M. 


Ufsus  sato  tfjcrrfotr  unto  tfjc  tforlbr,  OEoulti  m  also  go  abjan':1 
John  vi.  67. 


T  I  7HERE  could  I  go  but  unto  thee, 

O  man  of  Nazareth? 
Thy  blood  was  shed  on  Calvary 
To  eive  me  life  for  death ! 


11. 

To  whom,  my  Lord,  but  unto  thee, 
O  Son  of  God  most  high, 

When  angels  bend  with  reverent  knee 
Before  thy  majesty? 


in. 

Where  can  I  go  but  unto  thee, 
The  only  refuge -tower 

Impregnable,  where  I  can  flee 
In  sore  temptation's  hour? 


HYMNS. 


1 1 1 


IV. 


To  whom  need  I  go  but  to  thee  ? 

Thou  art  the  utmost  sum 
Of  every  soul's  necessity ; — 

And  therefore.   Lord.   I  come. 


O  Lamb  of  God.  who  eam'st  to  take 

The  sin  of  man  away, 
Fast  hold  me  for  thy  mercy's  sake, 

And  I  shall  never  stray. 


ii2  HYMNS. 


h CM. 


Jfor  as  often  as  ge  cat  tfy's  brcati,  ano  Drink  trje  cup,  ge  proclaim 
tt)c   ILoro's  ocatf)    till  rjc  come— i   Cor.  xi.  26. 


AS  children  dwelling  in  their  home 
By  right  of  grace  divine, 
Unto  thy  table,  Lord,  we  come 
To  take  of  bread  and  wine. 


11. 

The  bread  shows  forth  thy  body  slain, 
The  wine  thy  blood  out-pour'd : 

To  take  away  our  sin  and  stain 
Cost  thy  dear  life,  O  Lord. 


in. 

O  may  the  Holy  Ghost  descend 
With  blessing  from  above, 

That  grateful  praise  may  now  ascend 
For  thine  amazing  love. 


HYMNS.  m 


IV. 

Abide  with  us  this  holy  day 
And  fill  us  with  thy  peace, 

And  while  we  gladly  praise  and  pray. 
Lord,  make  our  faith  increase. 


v. 

Sit  with  us  at  the  blessed  feast. 

As  in  the  day  of  old, 
Our  high  and  sovereign  Saviour-Priest, 

Thv  orlorv  to  behold. 


ii4  HYMNS. 


LI. 


Cbrrr  teas  at  the  table  miming  in  3esus'  bosom  one  of  t)is 
tusctpks,  totjom  3rsus  looetJ.— John  xiii.  23. 


I. 

TX  the  hidden  ways  of  life 

God's  beloved  may  be  found, 

Shut  in  from  the  things  of  strife, 

Hedged  with  mercies  all  around. 


n. 

Born  of  God  they  know  not  when, 
Single  is  the  faith  they  hold, 

Prying  not  with  curious  ken 

Into  what  has  not  been  told. 


in. 

Like  the  saint  of  Patmos  isle. 

In  them  love  has  potent  sway, 
Israelites  who  have  no  guile. 

Passing  on  their  heavenward  wav : 


HYMNS. 


IV. 


By  the  loving,  kindly  deed. 

By  the  strengthening  word  of  cheer. 
By  the  helpful  hand  in  need. 

Glorifying  Jesus  here. 


v. 

Pointing  out  the  path  to  heaven. 

Winning  souls  is  their  reward : 
When  the  welcome-call  is  given, 

Dvincr   they  wake  in  the  Lord. 


u6  HYMNS. 


LII 7's- 


<3ft£T  cr  ircre  mltcjfjtcTuti,  nc  rtrtmrrti  a  great  ronfltrt  of  sufferings. 
Heb.  x.  32. 


TN  the  midnight  and  the  storm 

Some  of  God's  beloved  must  go; 

Not  for  them  the  valleys  warm, 

But  the  hills  of  crag  and  snow. 


11. 

In  the  darkness  call'd  to  stand, 
Fighting  with  a  foe  unseen, 

Friend  nor  lover  at  their  hand, 

Strongly  on  their  Lord  they  lean. 


in. 

Chasten'd  sore,  bereaved,  and  lone, 
They  with  steadfast  faith  look  up, 

Seeking,  low  before  his  throne, 
Grace  to  take  the  bitter  cup. 


HYMNS.  n; 


IV. 


Not  the  less  beloved  are  tlv. 

Heirs  with  Christ,  who  suffer  loss: 
They  shall  find,  some  coming  day. 

\Yhv  'twas  theirs  to  bear  the  cr 


Some  the  fight  of   faith  must  share  ; 

Some  endure  the  tempter's  blows  ; 
Testimony  they  must  bear 

Christ  is  mightier  than  his  foes. 


VI. 

As  they  lay  their  weapons  by, 
Conquerors  in  the  final  strife, 

Glory  be  to  God !  they  cry. 
Entering  into  restful  life. 


^  -  ■ 


1 18  HYMNS. 


LIU CM. 


Jrsus  ansfomti  rjtm,  H  £  toasrj  ttjrr  not,  trjou  Ijast  no  part  fottrj  mr. 
John  xiii.  8. 


T^HE  dusty  paths  of  earth  defile 
My  sandals  through  the  day; 

And  vexing  cares  my  soul  beguile 
While  toiling  on  the  way. 


ii. 

How  oft  I  lose  the  gracious  sense 
Of  nearness  unto  Thee ! 

How  oft  forget  the  providence 
That  orders  life  for  me! 


in. 

The  daily  good  that  I  would  do 

Is  often  unbegun ; 
And  evil  I  would  fain  eschew 

Mv  heedless  hands  have  done. 


HYMNS.  ug 


IV. 

At  eventime.  unsatisfied. 

I  call  the  day  to  mind  ; 
And  by  thy  righteous  standard  tried, 

Shortcomings  do  I  find. 


v. 

O  Thou  who.  in  thy  graciousness. 
Didst  wash  thy  servants'  feet, 

Thy  travel-stain'd  disciple  bless 
Before  thv  mercy-seat. 


VI. 

The  robe  of  works  that  I  have  worn 
Is  scanty  for  my  needs : 

Give  me  the  robe  of  thy  new-born, — 
Of  faith  and  holv  deeds. 


i2o  HYMNS. 


LIV S.  M. 


gc  arc  not  Dour  ornn;  for  pc  bom  fjougrjt  toitt)  a  prtre. 
i  Cor.  vi.  19,  20. 


I 


GIVE  myself  to  God, 
My  life,  my  soul,  my  all: 
He  knows  the  devious  paths  I've  trod, 
In  mercy's  hand  I  fall. 


11. 


My  sins  I  cannot  count, 

Nor  sum  his  favours  up: 

I  humbly  kneel  at  mercy's  fount 

And  take  salvation's  cup. 


in. 


I  proffer  but  his  own; 

And  may  the  Master  take 
The  gift  I  lay  before  his  throne, 
For  mv  Redeemer's  sake. 


HYMNS. 


[21 


IV. 


I  give  myself  to  God. 
For  evermore  to  hold: 
I  pass  beneath  the  Shepherd's  rod 
To  bide  within  his  fold. 


i22  HYMNS. 


LV C.  M. 


&n&  ijim  tijat  ronuti)  to  me  £  totll  in  no  fcotse  cast  out.— John  vi.  37. 


^PHE  pathway  to  the  mercy-seat 

Is  found  of  all  who  will; 
And  they  who  kneel  at  Jesus'  feet 
Find  him  a  Saviour  still. 


11. 

As,  when  upon  the  earth  he  trod, 

None  empty  went  away 
Who  sought  his  blessing  as  their  God, 

So  we  to  him  may  pray. 


in. 

The  child  unto  his  parent  runs 
For  comfort  and  relief: 

So  may  the  Lord's  redeemed  ones 
Go  to  him  with  their  grief. 


HYMNS.  123 


IV. 

Yea.  even  in  the  busiest  hour 
Unspoken  prayer  may  rise, 

And  blessings  in  a  gracious  shower 
Fall  on  us  from  the  skies. 


v. 

We  bless  and  magnify  thy  name, 
O  Thou  that  answerest  prayer ; 

In  every  age  thou  art  the  same 
To  all  who  trust  thy  care. 


i24  HYMNS. 


LVI CM. 


3s  martn  as  tourfjcti  f)im  fcicrc  rmtsz  tatyah.— Mark  vi.  56. 


AT  Jesus'  feet  I  take  my  place  : 

I  touch  his  garment's  hem : 
A  helpless  child  in  need  of  grace 
My  Lord  will  not  condemn. 


11. 

I  have  no  hope  but  in  his  love ; 

His  promise  is  my  plea: 
I  give  myself  to  Him  who  strove 

E'en  unto  death  for  me. 


in. 

I  only  ask  that  I  may  know 

What  he  would  have  me  do, 

That  my  obedient  life  may  show 

The  grace  that  bears  me  through. 


HYMNS. 


12- 


IV. 

I've  nothing,  Lord,  to  offer  thee 
But  this  weak  heart  of  mine  : 

0  take  it.  Lord,  and  let  it  be 
Thine  own,  for  ever  thine. 


126  HYMNS. 


LVII CM. 


QntJ  tfje  rock  foas  Christ.— i  Cor.  x.  4. 


I. 

/^  IVE  me  a  foothold  on  the  rock  : 
^^    The  billows  round  me  roll : 
Let  not  their  wild,  impetuous  shock 

O'erwhelm  my  trembling  soul. 
O  Thou  that  walkest  on  the  wave, 

Thou  Ruler  of  the  sea, 
Stretch  forth  thy  mighty  arm  to  save 

The  soul  that  calls  on  thee. 


n. 

Give  me  a  foothold  on  the  rock, 

O  Saviour  of  the  lost ! 
The  world  and  sin  my  struggles  mock, 

And  I  am  tempest-tost. 
I  strive  to  reach  an  anchoring  place  : 

My  God,  give  me  a  stay ; 
Extend  to  me  thy  hand  of  grace, 

L,est  I  be  cast  away. 


HYMNS.  12: 


iii. 

Give  me  a  foothold  on  the  rock, 

Till  voices  Yond  the  sea, 
Like  evening  chimings  of  the  clock, 

Bid  welcome  home  to  me. 
The  day  of  toil  and  watching  o'er, 

The  night  of  sorrow  past, 
I  step  upon  the  eternal  shore, 

And  rest  in  peace  at  last. 


4  ■  •"*- 


128  HYMNS. 


lviii :'s. 


Zrc  Ilorti  lift  up  ilis  amntrnanrr  upon  ti)rr?  ant)  gibe  tiicr  prarc 
Num.  vi.  26. 


T3EST  and  peace  for  Jesus'  sake! 

O  my  Father,  hear  my  cry; 
Heal  my  bosom's  bitter  ache, 
While  before  thy  feet  I  lie. 


11. 

I  have  loved  and  I  have  lost 

Those  whom  I  had  prized  too  well: 
O'er  my  threshold  sorrow  cross'd 

When  the  cherish'd  idols  fell. 


in. 

I  forgot  that  they  were  lent, 

And  I  claim'd  them  as  my  own, 

Till  the  message  from  thee  sent 

Took  them  up  before  thv  throne. 


HYMNS. 


IV. 


Speak  the  word  of  peace  to  me ; 

Pardon  thy  forgetful  child: 
Let  me  find  my  rest  in  thee, 

Comforted  and  reconciled: 


v. 

Comforted,  that  loving  eyes 

Shone  so  long  within  my  home : 

Reconciled,  that  to  the  skies 

Thou  didst  bid  the  loved  ones  come. 


VI. 

Rest  and  peace  for  Jesus1  sake! 

Father,  at  thy  feet  I  kneel: 
Bruised  reeds  thou  wilt  not  break, 

Thou  the  broken  heart  wilt  heal. 


_  SB  ,. 

.  TO 


HYMNS. 


LIX.  .  .  .  7'S. 


£f)frt  cometfj  Ucsus  foritf)  tfjftn  unto  a  place  calkti  (gftfjsemanr. 
Matt.  xxvi.  36. 


/^V  THE  agonizing  prayer 
^^^    Rising  on  the  midnight  air! 
"Let  this  cup  pass  from  thy  Son: 
Not  my  will,  but  thine  be  done!" 
Jesus  in  Gethsemane! 

11. 

O  the  tears  and  bloody  sweat 
Falling  fast  on  Olivet ! 
In  thy  lonely  agony, 
Shedding  crimson  tears  for  me, 
Jesus  in  Gethsemane! 

in. 

O  what  wrath  of  earth  and  hell 
On  thy  head  unpitying  fell, 
When  thy  passion-time  began, 
Bearer  of  the  sin  of  man, 

Jesus  in  Gethsemane ! 


HYMNS.  131 


IV. 

Sorrow  none  had  ever  known 
Came  upon  thy  soul  alone : 
While  its  billows  o'er  thee  swept, 
Near  at  hand  thy  followers  slept, 
Jesus  in  Gethsemane! 

v. 

Waken  me  from  sinful  sleep : 
Faithful,  loving,  make  me  keep, 
Watching  every  hour  with  thee 
Who  didst  agonize  for  me, 
Jesus  in  Gethsemane ! 

VI. 

Crimson'd  once,  but  beauteous  now, 
O  what  glory  crowns  thy  brow! 
All  the  world  shall  bend  the  knee, 
Lord  triumphant!    unto  thee, 

Conqueror  in  Gethsemane! 


1 32  HYMNS. 


LX 7's. 


Casting  all  gour  anifrtD  upon  rjt'm,  because  Ije  raretrj  for  gou. 
i  Peter  v.  7. 


/^AST  thy  burden  on  the  Lord! 

Is  this  message  meant  for  me? 
May  I  take  him  at  his  word, 

And  will  he  my  helper  be? 


11. 

In  my  daily  household  care, 
In  the  business  of  the  day, 

Will  the  Lord  the  burden  bear 
Or  his  strength  upon  me  lay? 


in. 

When  the  evil  one  shall  cast 

Tempting  baits  to  snare  my  soul, 

Or  shall  taunt  me  with  the  past, 

Will  the  Lord  his  power  control? 


HYMNS.  133 


IV. 

When  the  bitterness  of  grief 
Shall  upon  my  bosom  prey, 

Will  he  give  me  swift  relief? 
Will  he  take  the  pain  away? 


When  the  parting  hour  is  near, 
Will  his  everlasting  love 

Conquer  even*  doubt  and  fear 

And  the  sting  of  death  remove  ? 


VI. 

'Tis  the  promise  of  the  Lord, 

Meant  for  me  on  every  day : 

Heaven  and  earth  may  fail, — his  word 
Never  once  shall  pass  away. 

1882 


154  HYMNS. 


LXI CM. 


serbanifl  stjall  sing  for  ;od  of  Ijeart — Isa.  lxv.  i. 


COMETIMES.  in  quiet  revery, 
When  day  is  growing  dim, 

The  heart  is  singing  silently 
A  sweet  unwritten  livinn. 


ii. 

The  strains  are  not  to  measure  wrought 

By  cunning  of  the  mind. 
But  seem  like  hymnings  angels  brought 

From  heaven,  and  left  behind. 


in. 

The  misty  hills  of  bygone  grief. 
Once  dark  to  look  upon, 

Stand  out  like  blessings   in  relief 
Against  the  setting  sun. 


HYMNS. 


IV. 

The  rain  may  fall,  the  wind  may  blow, 

The  soul  unhinder'd  sings, 
While,  like  the  bird   neath  sheltering  bough 

She  sits  with  folded  wings. — 


A  brief  and  pleasant  resting  space, 
A  glance  at  Beulali  land, 

Before  she  girds  herself  apace 

For  work  that  waits  the  hand. 


VI. 


Then,  giving  thanks  to  Him  who  pcur'd 

Refreshment  in  her  cup, 
She  hears  the  calling  of  her  Lord 

And  takes  her  labour  up. 


*36  HYMNS. 


LXII C.  M.  P. 


3no   tijrre  sfjall  be  nt'gfjt  no  more ;    ana  tfjrn  nrc o  no  light  of  lamp, 
nritljcr  ligi;t  of  sun.— Rev.  xxii.  5. 


f^\  LAND  of  day,  eternal  day, 
^^^    Unbroken  by  a  night : 
No  need  of  candle  nor  of  sun 
Thy  blessed  fields  to  shine  upon,- 
The  Lamb  of  God  thy  light. 


11. 

O  land  of  life  that  cannot  die, 

To  mortals  open'd  up : 
No  more  the  drooping  of  the  eye, 
The  parting  word,  the  fitful  sigh, 
The  bitter-tasting  cup. 


in. 

O  land  of  rest  and  sweet  content, 
The  time  of  battle  o'er, 


HYMNS.  137 


The  weary  victors,  laying  down 
The  cross,  receive  from  Christ  the  crown 
To  wear  forevermore. 


IV. 

O  land  of  beauty,  beautiful 

Beyond  the  brightest  dream 
Of  poet  in  his  time  of  power : 
No  painter  in  his  happiest  hour 
Has  caught  its  faintest  sdeam. 


v. 

Lord  of  the  land !    Eternal  King 

Of  a  domain  so  fair ! 

O  give  us  grace  to  watch  and  wait, 

On  duty  at  the  outer  gate, 

Till  we  may  enter  there. 

1&77. 


■: 


• 


HYMNS. 


LXIII 7,  6,  p. 


3mm:   JSIeggmg,  ana  glors,  anti  un'soom,  ant!  tfjanksgtbtng,  ant) 

honour,  anti  pomrr,  anti  mtgijt,  or  unto  our  (Goo 

for  cOrr  ana  cucr.— Rev.  vii.  12. 


/^LORY  be  to  God  on  high! 

^^     Glory  in  the  highest ! 
Lord  of  wondrous  majesty, 
Maker  of  the  earth  and  sky: 
Saints  redeem'd  and  angels  cry, 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high! 
Glory  in  the  highest! 


11. 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high! 
Glory  in  the  highest ! 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost! 
Praises  in  the  uttermost 
Earth  shall  sing  with  heaven's  host: 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high! 
Glory  in  the  highest! 


HYMNS. 


139 


LXIV. 


8211)2  Sffk  gp  ijfm  tfjat  libcrfj  among  tfje  "Crcati?     fl>c  is  not  i)mf 
out  is  risen. — Luke  xxiv.  5,  6. 


CHRIST  is  risen!     O  the  wonder! 


Rending  bands  of  death  asunder, 


Rising  to  the  glory  yonder! 


11. 


Silently  as  morning  breaking 
Came  the  wonderful  awaking, 
Christ  again  his  Godhead  taking: 


in. 


In  the  stillness  of  the  morning, 

Angels  heralding  no  warning, 

Though  the  world's  new  light  was  dawning. 


IV. 


Ere  sunrising,  one  came  seeking, 

She  whose  heart  with  pain  was  reeking, 

Tears  her  pallid  cheek  bestreaking. 


i4o 


HYMNS. 


v. 

Last  she  saw  him  faint  and  dying  ; 
Stark  and  cold  her  Lord  was  lying. 
Ere  she  left  him,  weeping,  sighing. 


VI. 

Lone  she  stood  in  tearful  wonder: 
Who  had  rent  His  tomb  asunder  ? 
Who  so  vile  the  grave  to  plunder? 

VII. 

She,  amazed,  her  watch  was  keeping, 
Blinding  mists  her  vision  steeping: 
"Woman,  why  art  thou  a-weeping?" 

VIII. 

Was  the  startled  woman  chary? 
Was  she  in  her  answering  wary? 
What  a  change  when  He  said.   "Mary! 

IX. 

Once  the  piteous  supplication, 
Now  the  glad  ejaculation, 
"Master!"  in  rapt  adoration. 

x. 

No  more  mocking,  no  more  scourging, 
Priest  and  mob  the  soldiers  urging, 
While  the  rage  of  hell  was  surging: 


HYMNS. 


XI. 

Crown  of  thorns  no  longer  wearing, 
Cruel  taunts  no  longer  bearing, 
Nails  no  more  his  body  tearing: 

XII. 

Majesty  and  gracious  sweetness 
Join  in  him  with  perfect  meetness, 
God  and  man  in  full  completeness. 

XIII. 

Lord  Jehovah !  low  before  thee, 
Ransom'd  by  thee,  we  adore  thee: 
Glory  in  the  highest!     Glory! 


*4* 


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1 42  HYMNS. 


LXV DIES  IRM. 


An  attempt  {based  mainly  on  a  literal  rendering  by  J.  Addison 
Campbell^  to  give  in  English  verse  the  famous  Latin  hymn  of 
Thomas  of  Celano,  written  in  the  thirteenth  century. 


'T^HE  day  of  wrath,  that  certain  clay, 
In  glowing  embers  earth  shall  lay, 
Both  David  and  the  Sybil  say. 

II. 
With  trembling  dread  the  world  will  quake 
Or  e'er  the  Judge  shall  inquest  make, 
And  ruin  all  things  overtake. 

in. 
The  trump  shall  sound  a  startling  tone 
Throughout  the  graves  of  every  zone, 
And  call  all  men  before  the  throne. 

IV. 

And  death  and  nature  in  surprise 
Shall  see  the  creature  man  arise 
To  answer  at  the  dread  assize. 


HYMNS.  143 

v. 

The  written  book  will  forth  be  brought. 
With  good  and  evil  records  fraught. 
And  man  be  judged  for  deed  and  thought. 

VI. 

When  he  shall  sit  upon  his  throne, 
The  Judge  will  make  all  secrets  known ; 
Things  unavenged  there  shall  be  none. 

VII. 

And  what  shall  wretched  I  then  plead? 
Who  then  for  me  will  intercede, 
When  e'en  the  just  will  mercy  need? 

VIII. 

King  of  tremendous  majesty, 

Who  sav'st  thine  own  by  grace  most  free, 

Thou  fount  of  pity,  rescue  me ! 

IX. 

Remember,  Jesus  kind,  I  pray, 
For  me  thou  gav'st  thy  life  away: 
Then  do  not  lose  me  on  that  day! 

x. 

While  seeking  me,  I  wearied  thee; 
Thou  on  the  cross  redeemedst  me : 
In  vain  let  not  such  travail  be ! 


i44  HYMNS. 


XI. 

Just  and  avenging  Judge,  I  cry, 

Give  me  remission  ere  I  die, 

Before  the  reckoning-day  comes  nigh. 

XII. 

A  culprit  groaning  with  his  care, 
My  face  the  blush  for  sin  shall  wear; 
O  God,  the  pleading  suppliant  spare ! 

XIII. 

The  Magdalene  was  forgiven, 

And  e'en  the  thief  by  thee  was  shriven; 

Thou  giv'st  me  also  hope  of  heaven. 

XIV. 

My  prayers,  unworthy,  do  not  spurn; 
Thou  who  art  good,  in  kindness  turn, 
Lest  I  in  fire  eternal  burn. 

XV. 

Far  from  the  goats'  accursed  band 
Keep  me  apart,  and  make  me  stand 
Among  the  sheep  at  thy  right  hand. 

XVI. 

When  the  accursed  go  to  their  place, 
When  dies  the  furious  flame  apace, 
Then  call  my  name  with  words  of  grace. 


HYMNS.  145 


XVII. 

Prostrate  and  suppliant,   I  pray, 
With  spirit  crush'd  to  ashes  gray, 
O  care  for  me  at  my  last  day! 


Upon  that  day  of  tearful  eyes, 
When  from  the  embers  he  shall  rise, 
And  culprit  man  wait  thy  decree. 
O  God,  then  pardon  even  me. 

Kind  Lord  Jesus,  ever  blest ! 
Give  to  thy  redeemed  rest. 

Amen. 


146  JUVENILE 


LXVI 8,  7,  4. 


man  fjao  tfcoo  sons;  antj  fjf  ram*  to  tije  first,  anrj  satti,  £on,  50 
iuork  to^oarj  in  tfje  btnrjjartj.— Matt,  xxi.  28. 


TN  the  vine}rard  of  our  Father 
Daily  work  we  find  to  do ; 

Scatter'd  fruit  our  hands  may  gather, 
Though  we  are  but  weak  and  few 

Little  clusters 
Help  to  fill  the  basket  too. 


11. 

Toiling  early  in  the  morning, 

Catching  moments  through  the  day, 
Nothing  small  or  lowly  scorning, — 

So  we  work,  and  watch,  and  pray  ; 
Gathering  gladly 

Free-will  offerings  by  the  way. 


HYMNS.  147 


in. 


Not  for  selfish  praise  or  glory. 

Not  for  objects  nothing  worth, 
But  to  send  the  blessed  story 

Of  the  gospel  o'er  the  earth, 
Telling  mortals 

Of  our  Lord  and  Saviour's  birth. 


IV. 

Up  and  ever  at  our  calling, 

Till  in  death  our  lips  are  dumb. 

Or  till— sin's  dominion  falling — 

Christ  shall  in  his  kingdom  come, 

And  his  children 
Reach  their  everlasting  home. 


v. 

Steadfast,  then,  in  our  endeavour. 
Heavenly  Father,  may  we  be  ; 
And  forever,  and  forever. 

We  will  give  the  praise  to  thee  ; 

Alleluiah  ! 
Singing,  all  eternity. 

1845- 


13 


x48  JUVENILE 


LXVII 7,6. 


(Li)c  morning  stars  sang  together,  ana  all  t\)t  sons  of  (Goo  sfjouteo 
for  jog. —  Job  xxxviii.  7. 


T'HE  morning  stars  were  singing 

With  joy  when  time  began ; 
And  heavenly  peals  were  ringing 

When  God  created  man : 
The  universe  was  swelling 

With  jubilant  delight, 
While  all  to  all  were, telling 

The  Lord  Jehovah's  might. 


11. 

A  higher  song  of  glory 

Was  sung  in  after-days, — 
And  shepherds  heard  the  story, 

As  angels  hymn'd  His  praise, — 
Of  Jesus  in  a  manger, 

God's  well-beloved  Son, 
Who  came  to  save  from  danger 

A  race  by  sin  undone. 


HYMNS.  i4g 


in. 

A  multitude  of  voices 

Have  learn'd  this  holy  song  ; 
And  earth  with  heaven  rejoices 

To  roll  the  sound  along. 
With  saints  and  angels  o'er  us, 

Singing  before  the  throne, 
We  join  the  gladsome  chorus, 

Glorv  to  God  alone  ! 


150  JUVENILE 


LXVIII 8,  7, 4. 


Wiilt  trjou  not  from  tijt's  time  rrji  unto  me,  iHrj  jfatfjrr,  trjou  art 
trjc  gutfcc  of  mg  noutrj  ?— Jer.  iii.  4. 


I. 

T^ATHER!    in  my  life's  young  morning, 
May  thy  word  direct  my  way  : 

Let  me  heed  each  gracious  warning, 
Lest  my  feet  should  go  astray : 

Make  me  willing 
All  its  precepts  to  obey. 


11. 

Father !    gentle  is  thy  teaching ; 

Be  a  docile  spirit  mine : 
Every  day  thy  grace  beseeching, 

Let  thy  loving-kindness  shine 
Always  on  me, 

And  my  heart  be  wholly  thine. 


HYMNS. 


LSI 


in. 

Father !    let  me  never  covet 

Things  of  vanity  and  pride  : 

Teach  me  truth,  and  may  I  love  it 
Better  than  all  else  beside  : 

Blessed  Bible! 
May  it  be  my  heavenward  sruide. 


i  ] 


15^  JUVENILE 


LXIX 7,6. 

©turner  thanks  alujans  for  all  things.— Eph.  v.  20. 


T   THANK  the  Lord  my  Maker 

For  all  his  gifts  to  me  : 
For  making  me  partaker 

Of  bounties  rich  and  free  : 
For  father  and  for  mother, 

Who  give  me  clothes  and  food, 
For  sister  and  for  brother, 

And  all  the  kind  and  °:ood. 


11. 

I  thank  the  Lord  my  Saviour 

Who  came  for  me  to  die, 
And  bless  me  with  his  favour 

And  fit  me  for  the  sky, — 
That,  all  my  sins  out-blotted, 

By  Jesus  wash'd  away, 
I  may  be  found  unspotted 

When  comes  the  final  day. 


HYMNS.  153 


in. 


I  thank  the  Lord  for  giving 

The  Spirit  of  his  grace. 
That  I  may  serve  him  living, 

And,  dying,  reach  the  place 
Where  Jesus  in  his  glory 

I  shall  forever  see, 
And  tell  the  wondrous  story 

Of  all  his  love  for  me. 


i54  JUVENILE 


LXX h.  M. 


Cfjou  mafcrst  tfje  outgoings  of  tfjc  morning  ano  rbmincj  to  rcjoire. 

Cijou  bisitrst  trjc  rartfj,  ano  baatcrrst  it :  tijou  nrratlo 

cnrtctjcst  it  ojitlj  tfje  ribrr  of  Goo.— Ps.  lxv.  8,  9. 


'YXTHO  bids  the  wind  to  blow? 

Who  makes  the  sun  to  shine, 
And  flowers  and  grass  to  grow 
Around  this  path  of  mine? 
Who  makes  these  shady  trees  arise, 
And  spread  their  boughs  beneath  the  skies  ? 


11. 

Who  makes  this  brook,  so  bright, 

From  earth's  cold  bosom  spring, 
And  sparkle  in  the  light, 

And  sweetly,  sweetly  sing, 
As  if  an  angel  lent  his  voice 
To  help  the  rippling  stream  rejoice? 


HYAL 


in. 

Who  gave  the  airy  bird 

Soft  feathers  and  swift  wings. 
And  taught  it  music-words 

To  charm  us  when  it  sings? — 
Say.  little  bird  !    who  taught  you  how 
To  sins;  so  sweetly  on  that  bough? 


IV. 

O.   'tis  our  Father.  God, 

Who  gives  us  eve^  thing : 
The  grass,  the  flowery  sod. 

The  brook,  and  birds  that  sing  : 
And  all  the  blessings  of  this  day 
He  sheds  upon  our  happy  way. 


How  good  is  God  !    He  gave 

His  only  Son  to  die. 
Our  souls  from  death  to  save. 
And  fit  us  for  the  sky 
O,  let  us  bow,  and  serve  him  here 
With  gratitude  and  love  sincere. 

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156  JUVENILE 


LXXI 8,  7,  8,  4. 


0)2  foorti  t's  a  lamp  unto  mg  feet,  anti  a  Ifgijt  unto  mg  pati). 
Ps.  cxix.  105. 


1300K  of  grace,  and  book  of  glory ! 

Gift  of  God  to  age  and  youth  ; 
Wondrous  is  thy  sacred  story, 
Bright,  bright  with  truth. 


11. 

Book  of  love  !    in  accents  tender, 

Speaking  unto  such  as  we  ; 
May  it  lead  us.  Lord,  to  render 
All,  all  to  thee. 


in. 

Book  of  hope  !    the  spirit  sighing 

Consolation  finds  in  thee, 
As  it  hears  the  Saviour  crying, 
"Come,  come  to  me." 


HYMNS.  157 


IV. 

Book  of  peace  !    when  nights  of  sorrow 

Fall  upon  us  drearily. 
Thou  wilt  bring  a  shining  morrow, 

Full  full  of  thee. 


v. 


Book  of  life!  when  we,  reposing. 
Bid  farewell  to  friends  we  love, 

Give  us  for  the  life  then  closing, 
Life,  life  above. 


1843. 


Psalms. 


NINETY-SEVENTH   PSALM. 
L.  M. 

JEHOVAH  reigns  !     Let  earth  rejoice  ; 
And  let  the  multitude  of  isles 
Be  glad,  and  sing  with  tuneful  voice  ; 
And  nature's  face  be  clad  in  smiles. 

Though  clouds  and  darkness  from  afar 
Are  round  about  his  presence  known. 

Yet  righteousness  and  judgment  are 
The  habitation  of  his  throne. 

A  fire  before  him  goes,  and  burns 
His  enemies  on  every  side  ; 

His  lightnings  flash  ;    and  earth  by  turns 
Beholds  and  trembles  in  its  pride. 

i4  T^° 


i6o  PSALMS. 


The  hills  before  his  presence  melt, 

Like  wax  before  the  furious  flame ; 

His  presence  by  the  earth  is  felt 

Who  built  her  everlasting  frame. 

The  heavens  declare  his  righteousness, 
The  people  all  his  glory  see ; 

While  they  who  serve  the  images, 

And  boast  in  them,  confounded  be. 

Then  Zion  heard,  and  she  was  glad ; 

The  daughters  of  Judea  sang 
Rejoicingly,  and  through  the  land 

The  praises  of  thy  judgments  rang. 

For  thou,  O  Lord  1    above  the  earth 
Art  high  ;    thou  art  exalted  far 

Above  the  kings  of  mortal  birth, 

Though  lofty  their  aspirings  are. 

Hate  evil,  ye  that  love  the  Lord, 

For  he  preserves  the  saintly  soul ; 

And  every  danger  he  will  ward, 

And  save  from  wicked  men's  control. 


On  righteous  men  shall  light  arise, 

Like  morning  breaking  o'er  the  hills; 


PSALMS. 


And  hope  shall  kindle  in  their  e; 

While  holv  niirth  their  bosom  fills. 


Rejoice,  ye  righteous,  in  the  Lord  ! 

Give  thanks  before  his  presence  now 
In  memory  of  his  faithful  word 

And  holiness,  rive  thanks,  and  bow. 


.  ■■  ■  .    ■ 


1 62  PSALMS. 


ONE   HUNDRED  AND  TWENTY- 
FIRST   PSALM. 

6's. 

T   LIFT  my  longing  eyes 

Up  to  the  hills  in  vain: 

Whence  shall  my  help  arise 

In  time  of  want  and  pain? 

My  help  is  from  the  Lord 

Who  gave  all  creatures  birth, 
And  by  his  forming  word 

Created  heaven  and  earth. 

No  lurking  enemy 

Thy  foot  shall  turn  astray, 
For  he  that  keepeth  thee 

Will  slumber  not  for  aye. 

Behold,  he  who  in  love 
Doth  Israel  ever  keep, 
His  watchfulness  shall  prove, 
And  slumber  not  nor  sleep. 


PSALMS.  163 


Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord, 
Jehovah  is  thy  shade 
On  thy  right  hand  :  his  word 
Thy  sure  defence  is  made. 

By  day  the  fervid  sun 

Thy  head  shall  never  smite, 
Nor  shall  the  sickly  moon 
Assail  thee  in  the  night. 

Preserving  thee  from  harm, 
All  evil  he'll  control; 
And  his  most  gracious  arm 

Shall  e'er  preserve  thy  soul. 

When  thou  dost  outward  go, 
His  grace  shall  go  before ; 
In  coming  in  also, 

Now  and  forevermore. 


''-. 


14" 


1 64  PSALMS. 


ONE   HUNDRED  AND   FORTY- 
FIFTH    PSALM. 

C.  M. 

T  WILL  extol  thee  every  day, 
My  God,  O  glorious  King; 
And  I  will  bless  thy  name  for  aye. 
Thy  praise  forever  sing. 

Great  is  the  Lord  and  wonderful, 
And  greatly  to  be  praised : 

His  greatness  is  unsearchable, 
Beyond  the  heavens  raised. 

One  generation,  praising  thee, 

Shall  testimony  bear 
Unto  the  next,  and  wonderingly 

Thy  mighty  acts  declare. 

The  honour  of  thy  majesty, 

Thy  wonders  111  proclaim; 

Thine  acts  of  terror  men  shall  see 
And  glorifv  thv  name. 


PSALMS.  16; 


The  memory  of  thy  goodness  they 
Shall  utter  far  and  wide ; 

Thy  righteousness  from  day  to  day 
Shall  sing  on  every  side. 

The  Lord  is  gracious;  full  of  kind 

Compassion:  he  is  slow 
To  auger,  and  his  holy  mind 

Is  great  in  mercy  too. 

The  Lord  our  God  is  good  to  all. 
For  all  are  in  his  thought ; 

His  tender  mercies  richly  fall 
On  all  that  he  hath  wrought. 

Thy  works  shall  praise  thee  evermore, 
And  thee  thy  saints  shall  bless  : 

Thy  kingdom's  glory  and  thy  power 
To  all  the  world  confess; 

Thy  might}'  acts  that  all  may  know 

Among  the  sons  of  men, 
Thy  kingdom's  majesty  to  show 

To  every  creature's  ken. 

An  everlasting  kingdom's  thine, 
And  thy  dominion  sure 


1 66  PSALMS. 


Throughout  all  generations'  time 
Shall  everywhere  endure. 

The  Lord  upholdeth  all  that  fall, 
The  bow'd  with  sorrow  riven; 

While  on   thee  wait  the  eyes  of  all, 
Their  meat  is  duly  given. 

Thou  openest  thy  hand  of  grace, 

And  thou  dost  satisfy 
The  wants  of  all  in  every  place 

Who  for  thy  presence  cry. 

The  Lord  is  righteous  in  his  ways, 

His  works  are  holy  all: 
He's  nigh  to  those  that  love  his  praise, 

And  on  him  truly  call. 

The  strong  desire  he  will  fulfil 
Of  them  that  fear  his  name: 

He  hears  their  cry,  and  he  will  still 
Save  them  from  harm  and  shame. 

The  Lord  preserveth  them  from  harm 
Who  love  him  as  their  joy, 

But  wicked  men  his  wrathful  arm 
Will  utterly  destroy. 


PSALMS.  167 


My  mouth  shall  joyfully  proclaim 
His  praise  from  day  to  day  : 

Let  all  flesh  bless  his  holy  name 
Forever  and  for  aye. 


"^_ 

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U  c 

^  *_> 

Doxologies, 


L.  M. 

A  Lly  praise  to  Thee,  the  triune  One, 
^    The  Holy  Father,  Holy  Son, 
And  Holy  Spirit !     Thou  alone 
Art  Kin^  on  the  eternal  throne. 


C.  M. 

r\  HOLY,  holy,  holy  Lord, 
^    The  Father  and  the  Son 
And  Holy  Ghost !     Be  thou  adored 
While  endless  ages  run. 

S.  M. 

"DESIDE  thee  there  is  none: 
Eternal  God  and  King, 

The  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Thy  glorious  praise  we  sing. 


/^LORY  to  thee  evermore! 
^"^    Glory  in  the  uttermost ! 
Heaven  and  earth  thy  name  adore, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

16S 


DOXOLOGIES.  169 


7^- 
THY  love,  O  Holy  Father, 

Thy  grace,   O  Holy  Son, 
Thy  peace,  O  Holy  Spirit, 

Thy  church  abide  upon: 
While  she  her  voice  upraises 

To  thy  eternal  throne, 
And  chants  in  endless  praises 

Glory  to  God  alone. 

8,  7,  4. 

/^LORY  in  the  highest!    glory! 
^   Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost: 
Kins:  eternal !  we  adore  thee. 

Singing  with  the  heavenly  host, 
Glory !   glory ! 

Glorv  be  to  God  on  high  ! 


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PHILADELPHIA. 

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